The Edge Of Time.

We

are all surfing

the wave

of time.
In times

immediate wake

is the frothiness

of near history.
Smooths out

as the wave

moves on.
The wave

churns and gurgles

as the past is

being created.
We

the flotsam and jetsam

along for the

ride.
The wave

creates

the lives

we have lead.
Potential

is all

that’s in the waves

headlights.
Nothing

at all

the wave

moves into.
We

all live

on the edge

of reality and time.

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