FUN at the fringe

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Move I want to the edge of edge,
To hear the beat of unknown drums,
The dross of dolt bars way of mine,
Confines to routine, uninspiring humdrums.

Crescendo of fecundity felt at fringes only,
Thousand lives of banal accomplishments, not worth one,
That thrill of unknown, that edge of living,
That flash of brilliance...when living...living just for FUN.