The Edge of No Knowledge

Knowledge is 

knowing where the edge 

of your know and no-know is, 

and knowing not to step over that 

inverted L shaped edge 

of the know cLiFF, that big iF 

that separates suddenly, 

to experience the free fall 

into no-know land, 

landing with a splat thud-denly, 

crumpled strain pain 

flowing blood-enly 

and still not knowing, 

shakes sore knotted head, 

"why did that just happen?", 

staring back upwardly 

at the distinct 

distant 

NO ledge.

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