There

Richard Sweeney
1 min readJun 12, 2020

In the end, we will begin.

Never knowing then,

Nor, anticipating, when.

We are on the precipice,

Looking into the abys,

Hoping, hoping, for assist.

With one slip, we will fly,

Not to soar, up in the sky,

But, to crash on the rocks, and die.

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