> At the edge of universe,
At the edge of the universe, I exhale profusely,
panting from my long run to get there.
The frozen fog of my breath on the glazed edge of
everything obstructs the hologram of reality,
slowly, slowly, making all entities lose focus as
the frost spreads.
A windshield heater for the Windscreen of All TIme
and Space would have been an expected option.
xanthian.
Cheapjacking deities!