there on the edge no more than one slight twist
before the risk of falling proves that when
we speak of uncertainty the last amen
comes at a point when all that must exist
in proper order that is not dismissed
is held in silence or kept in the pen
we turn and see that all is wrong again
and then too late each of us shakes a fist
in all the silence in the heavy blue
of endless ocean where there is no map
to guide us safely back unto the known
you did not want to share a thing you knew
so that we could escape from the sharp trap
yet now there's nothing left we could bemoan
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