Edges

 

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Following along the column parameters

Footsteps brush the edges

Weeds in the cracks and crevices
 

I fall through the system in ruins, exposed to shadows.

Weeds grow through my words and I wait for the sun. 

When rain comes I remember my story.

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I walk closer to the edge 

Listening the wind whispering in my ears

I can imagine other places

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Taking time to look at

these spaces most often overlooked.

What situates within the confines, what is above, what is the network below?

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Inside I am upside down, outside I am exposed

To the memories of three billion years

I think like a fossil and breathe like a whale

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I return to the colonnade

Standing at the fringe of our society

Forgotten