I know the way the path turns
at the top of the hill
at the place where none return.
Endings are just beginnings.
No looking back.
No need for a map.
Just a quick twist,
a swallow falls.
A slice of meat
rushes red
leading to the edge
Is the way to begin
a journey
to farewell
of the land where pain dwells
You can see it from here.
Just over the horizon
Just beyond the edge of the black
is where I soon will be
 
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