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Edge of the World
Alone at the edge of my world,
Surveying the aliens without,
Knowing not even a single one
Has the faintest inkling about
The unseen passions throbbing
Deep down within my soul
In an intangible, pulsing chasm
Like some vibrant, sensate hole
Teeming with all the joys and angst
That live behind the façade
Which conceals my true essence
From the scrutiny of all but God.
We converse without hearing
What others really mean,
We look upon one another
But inner selves remain unseen.
Their world is as it always was,
I am what I will forever be;
I accept this immutable truth
For I can so clearly see
We travel our parallel paths
In a mutual, amicable pretense
That we are close companions
Despite the invisible fence
That forever prevents the
Commingling of our realities -
The integration of uniqueness
That creates Us from You and Me.
© Thurman P. Woodfork |
