at the universe’s last ledge

at the edge of the edge
i couldn’t bring my toes to touch the end
at the edge of the edge
watching the ridges of mountains
and then with my hands
crinkled them between my fingers
at the edge of the edge
i couldn’t bring my body too close
at the edge of the edge
the waters static
the waters not giving off their usual fragrance
am i not real?
am i not breathing?
at the edge of the edge
an old man said
‘put your hands on god’s railing
and look down at the world’
but the world crumpled between my fingers
but the world made me feel unreal.

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