Over on the Edge of Where

He Thought He Knewon the edge

Where it was he left
Was it walking in the rain
On a road between the
Beginning and the edge

The path from the edge
He took and stumbled
Unable to find the lost
Beginning over again

Walking his memories
A dog in harness
Waging its tail growling
Over and over again

He felt his heart beating
Him up ripping his chest
Apart the tingling in his arm
And he was screaming again

The sky was azure blue
He was sure of that, too
Waiting for a cold grey storm
To tumble in over again

Cautiously venturing into
Wherever he thought he
Belonged somewhere between
The beginning and the edge

Over on the Edge of Where