Ants Hole Publishing

If I were to stand on the edge of the universe, what would
I see? Perhaps I would see the brink. My feet and my
being would be teetering on the precipice of a chemical
sink, a link to where we've been and where we might
go next, a history of a complex chain of events, a step
beyond, a thought to respond, a point to depart. Out
there , light is extinguished, rainbows relinquished,
flowers and bumblebees, even if they existed, could not
be distinguished. Yet,...