Today I walked on the edge of the world
where the winds have teeth like cold razors to cut you
and the birds hang like unanswered questions above the grey-blue void
there at the end of the world

I passed between two giants on my way
they could not see me there on the ground, for their heads in the clouds
they rumbled back and forth to each other in conversation
their voices like tiny earthquakes

Today I walked in the village near the edge of the world
and listened as the bitter wind stole bitter words from tired people
and blew them tumbling into nothingness of forever

I saw a woman there, with skin like crumpled parchment
but she had a mischief in her eyes, and magic in her smile that belied the age in her face

I sat near the well outside of the village that sits at end of the world
absently picking daisies and feeding them to the breeze
I watched as the sun fell endlessly
past that last edge of earth
til it disappeared into darkness
and the aimless voice of the wind
was the only one to lament its passing

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