Edge of the Infinite by Laney
Poised on the edge of the
infinite my hands slowly freezing, the stabbing wind spearing through my
clothing-inadequate for this. My fingers grasp cold steel for perhaps the last
time; no one knows with the winds eddies swirling around tugging
imperatively, threatening to topple me from my perch.
The light imparts no warmth, blazing fiercely
though it is, for a cold calm now descends over me, replacing the paralyzing
fear of a split second ago. I see my life laid out in a tableau below me. All I
love and hate and fear and dream, there for my inspection.
No time, even though no time has
Caught! for one endless moment before the world
rushes from below to claim me.