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At the Edge
of Myself


At the edge of myself are
Silver fish and white turtles in
Deep blue waters where
There is no reason

No reason to laugh to
Dance to
Smile to
No reason to
Burn to 
Curl to
Slash or

But reason to ask where the
Waters lead and why the
Fish swim in circles and why the
Turtle eggs gleam but never
Hatch and why do you
Never feel anything but the
Currents rippling on your skin

And when the answers come the
Waters are ice and black
Bubbles of air they swell
From underneath with which you
Float to the surface away from
The edge of yourself


Artwork by NotImportant

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