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July 29, 2015
Far be it from the edge from crumbling its way off my eyes slanted on a plane cutting the high and low, being the divider from here and HERE, where here is just another glance off an idea made on the expanse of HERE that has no place but a necessity for completeness, taking the way found to be the way lost, as being lost is the way to be found; there is no dividing line between found and lost, merely a denial that mocks the moving from unknowing to knowing, the edge, the plane, off which crumbles the edge.