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
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