Answers in the Search (3): Tiptoe the Precipice
Crossing lines
In both positive
And negative
Directions
Directions
Drawn as lines
Written as lines
That curve and cross
Forming guides
Forming commands
So you tell yourself
To go one way
Sometimes you follow that line
Walking backwards along your edge
Your limit
Just as you begin to believe
That old lines fade
As new lines are etched
At the edge of the light
Pushing back the darkness
You are shown the truth
In the blindness
The old lines
Never fade
They wait in the falsified light
Made deceptively real
By the encroaching darkness
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