Not one step closer,
closer to the edge,
caution,
my constant companion warned,
not one step closer.
Caution,
weakened by a life of low risk,
suddenly,
as stabbed by a knife,
caution,
heightened to new levels,
not one step closer,
closer to the edge.
Past my face,
reddened by its blazing touch,
the jacketed round
unseen,
action causing reaction,
backword.
Just one step forward,
closer to the edge,
caution wins again,
alive instead of dead.



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