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| The Lonely Cry by Ken Simm |
I live on the edge
between reality and dreams
Walking the balance beam
here to there
there to here
Where paradigms slam and crash
like hot and cold
into a storm of thoughts
I inhabit the borders
between in and out
Do not try to follow me
for even if you find me
I will remain
solitary.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Photography Challenge
