Where does the hand become the wrist? Where does the neck become the shoulder? The watershed and then the weight, whatever turns up and tips us over that razor’s edge between something and nothing, between one and the other.
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"Like an outdated map my borders are changing"

What does it mean to be finite?

To live in a lake, and hide

From waves, sharks, ocean’s wide

To travel down the same creeks

To abide by the same rocks

Take a leap beyond the rim

In the ocean you shall swim

Going beyond everyday whim

Just to find yourself scream

Rejoicing your infinite dream!