I found the place .
the hidden ,the edge
The place from which I peek
I call it Here.
This place from which I see
I call it Now
The place from which shamans speak
The cliff edge of my castle
the hallowed limits of my cage
it demands that
I do not speak of you anymore
you makers of dust
planners of vanishing acts
I speak of and to the speechless
the silent unspeaking witness
The one we share in our dream
the one on whose infinite shores we break
from whose unimaginable depths we flow
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