Of Edge and Stasis

This is the edge of
Planet and
Of space, this
Is the saving of
A face, this
Is explanation of a
Life of days, of
False promises, of
Hopes and dreams that
Fade like brightest
Dew beneath
A scorching sun - I
Have not won, I
Nothing won, I
Have come to
Edge and limelight
And stand blinking,
Rabbit-like, frozen
On the stage.
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