flying on the face of god

somewhere out near
the edge
where the margin bends
from blue to danger &
all that's done
trails like
contrails
from the wings
of a jet
whirling vortices
of anger spiraling
through miles
of black deeds &
empty dust
old songs & madness
a fine moment
here & there
sparkling like cut glass
in the midnight moon 
lost in that space
past the edge
beyond the point of
no return
torn by the dream
to swim on
past eternity
to push away from
the loose hold on
redeeming air
and sail smiling
into the face

of God

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