As I stand on the edge of the world,

a speck on a grander scale,

I see my heavy footprints in the dirt but the scale feels no weight.

As I stand on the edge of the world,

the view below is a ripple in time, yet I see no change. 

As I stand on the edge of the world,

I ponder these questions.

If my steps alone are small, is the measure of my existence insignificant?

or are we one giant foot crushing the planet into a flat conspiracy?

Does the weight of us all tip the balance or break it?

I ponder…

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December 31, 2017

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