The Edge

Beyond the edge of memories 
Lies a place without time
Where the ebb and flow 
Are the rhythm and the rhyme

A place beyond all things
Where everything begins
To where all things return 
And endless possibilities sing

This place most primordial
Breathes birth into the world
No past; not even a future
Where our present is unfurled

Stoic Poetry

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