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so
many times
i tried to step out
onto the current
that you call abyss,
that you mock as loss
villify as accursed.
from where i stand
perched, toes vanishing
under a dense misrecognition,
i can see the other side.
i want to tread where feet
where gravity has no meaning.
your grip is no
consolation.
there are so many like me
unborn, too old
too indifferent
too mangled
too incomplete
so many of us
made examples
of a faith
in things unseen.
here, at the precipice
we can see those things.
we think you faithless,
otherwise
you would never deny us
this
leap
of
consciousness.
Feeding
tube removed from comatose Florida woman
Wednesday, October 15, 2003 Posted: 3:34 PM EDT (1934 GMT)
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