We are unfamiliar to this edge
of understanding.

As if we stand between questions that
hang to the weight of their own
grave importance.

Answers are always more than
they may seem.

Perhaps a shadow lies in a pool of
truth...and light is merely
casting borders?

Where do we fall when our last
step has brought us to
no reason?

The edge is always sharp
and sudden.

And the unfamiliar belongs to
every breath released.

In time...this -

May be our only understanding.