I Cannot Go On

I cannot go on...
The winding stairs of stone
that brought me here have disappeared
and I am on the edge of a thousand years...

Small dark, southern door opens,
I must bend,
bow to the weight that presses
me down and in...

I cannot leap over broken steps
to the middle way that crosses
and suspends over the chasm,
the belly place
where the whale roars and leaps
and then dives,
taking me whether I want to go or not.

I cannot go on and then
I step through and over
as if I have always done so.

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