A quick flash this morning
announced the underlying assumptions
of distance and momentum
as we grow into our own skins
but still stationed on the cliff
face and not wanting to leap
even as we climb into an ever
darker void, we cover up
with icing the cracks
growing more perceptable.
But those moments, so sweet
so swollen with want
becoming less frequent and more
forced, form our ideals
and bring us further and further
from an inate understanding of truth.
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