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Here I stand at the edge of the world

Yes, it is expanding rapidly

Yet still I stare trapped

As lights change

Arranging lights

changing eyes

There stands sharp glass

Reflective windows

I wish lights wouldn’t flicker off

leaving the sky dark

I wish clouds would wait a moment

For me to contemplate

I want to dive through

Slide like rain drops on the shield

I could fight

Thought shall I?

Consequence I may have an intelligent mind

Through sequence

Happens not of mind

But following

Which is boring

Such dilemma

makes one tremor

Would a mind not like mine

get it?