Precipice

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Does this door swing backward

into a pain swampland?

Or does it swing forward

into fields ripe with hope?

I stand fixed on the precipice

weary and weighted

with unfamiliar power.

My scythe is both weapon

and harvester.

I lay it down in the night

praying an answer

will split the darkness

like the rising sun.

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