We watch 
the older generation 
pass.
We mourn 
their exit, 
and realize
that now we stand.
the generation 
on the cusp
of our own mortality.
They no longer persist
as barriers to guard
us from the rim, 
and those behind
seem to push us 
closer to the brink.                
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