Manic Poetry

Edge of Time (2003)

I went to the edge of time one day.
It’s a feeling I can’t describe or say.
Never-stopping; a rapid motion
constant lapping, like an ocean.
As I sat, pondered this new feat
Something was coming from down the street.
A person I’ve never seen before.
A strange shadowy figure,
crazed in his ways
some what of a lure
In those eyes, I’m lost for days
This thing that was no one other than other
I at his every whim
Under His Spell and At The Edge of Time…


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