Jumping Off Place

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I traveled to the
End Of The Road,
No path beyond,
All is darkness
And space,
There I found
The mythical
Jumping Off Place.
Where night
Greets morning,
Through clouds,
Misty memory,
Peregrinating
Sorrow, hopeless
Wishes for what is,
To be what is not,
I leaped into
Nowhere, the
Free-falling
Dream.
Falling,
Or flying,
It all feels
The same.
With no up,
And no down,
No forward,
No back,
No answers,
Nor questions,
No ending,
No death,
Only endless
Free-falling.
Past the
End of the road is
The Jumping Off Place.
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Bear … 11.28.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015

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