Ever on the edge
Always at the periphery
A profound perch
Hovering on tip-toe
In geo-synchronous orbit
Above the Point Of No Return
Eleven
Fifty-Nine and
Fifty-Nine Seconds, P.M.
Peering down through
The Glass Ceiling
And Wondering
About all that stuff
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