The Edge of the Unknown
We sit, we stand,we dream
to have an openness to what things could be
living in the abstraction of which we seek
the world of impossible reality we the dreamers
no longer stand within to have the richness of children
but the growth of adults and the welcome's of our own uncertainty
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