
Crashing the edge
Of our presence
Of being
Creates a small sliver
Of cold darkness
To seeing
Cascading truth windows
To time captured
And now freeing
Ancient questions now
Answered. Sublime
In their meaning.
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December 10th, 2011 § 0 comments

Crashing the edge
Of our presence
Of being
Creates a small sliver
Of cold darkness
To seeing
Cascading truth windows
To time captured
And now freeing
Ancient questions now
Answered. Sublime
In their meaning.
![]()
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