All the Way to the World's Edge, All the Way Home
Troy Gronsdahl, Yierasimos Kypriotis
In a world of diminished certainties
Nothing you can say or think means very much
The shadow of old absolutes
However impossible
They exist somewhere between yes and no
Gestures and almost touchings
Of what exists and does not exist
A quantity of something I can't describe
Or measure or prove or disprove
Yo see everything and realize the best and worst of everything
Is to love and not forget
And music fills the darkness
Holds me there listening
Caught in the act of dying
Edging toward eternity
All the way to the world's edge
All the way home