Pledge of the Ledge

Would it be fair to call this age…
Post space?
 
Post space age, this place.
 
Turbo charged, going nowhere, sometimes,  
even though, sometimes,  
nowhere  
is  
a pretty cool place,
but first  
 
one must know  
 
space, those places outside of space and time, the self rhyme of  
 
an echo.
 
So I say, to myself,  
in  
the depths of the cold – bold night:  Why don’t I get impressions  
 
of the precisions  
at  
the outer  
 
edges, bring them unto those knowing the stirrings of such pledges.