I feel as if I'm
Standing with one foot
On each side
Of a dividing line.
And that I'm about
To shift my weight, 
Ever so slightly.
Notice, I used the word 'line.'
Not 'chasm.'
Not 'precipice.'
Or some other dangerous thing.
It's just a line.
And death holds not it's breath, 
Awaiting my step.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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