Hunting truth,
I should stop here
Balanced at the limit of my tolerance for
Revelation
Any further and I risk
Losing myself in clarity
Flawless visions of what
I don’t need to know
About myself
I fear that
Absolute and utter verity would
Rob me of my dreams
Freeze my capacity to act
At the fuzzy edge
Demarcating
Vision from delusion
Miracles can happen
Like bumblebees, I cling to the illusion I can fly
Hey, it works for them
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