The fire is behind
The abyss in front
The edge is crumbling
The moment in balance
No way to turn back
No light to show the way
No measure of depth
No bottom in sight
Stoic Poetry
Teetering
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 