Standing at waters edge Contemplating my existence Awed by the miniscule dot I am And pondering what impact My living could have on This grand panorama. Is there truly a line Of demarcation Between me and "Somewhere Out There" Or is it merely my tainted perception And perspective Blurred and obscured That makes me believe so? Like the untraveled and feared beliefs Of the unknown centuries ago If I attempt to reach the end Will I fall off earth's surface And cease to be no more Falling into a nameless void Neither living nor dead Neither bodily formed nor spirited soul Neither solid nor liquid, unformed? Does this divide Even exist Or does my own fear Place it there? What, truly, be the coordinates And dimensions By breadth and depth And scope and slope Of my life's geometric plane? Where does my horizon lie And what keeps me from it?