I am drawn to the things I cannot see
Pieces just out of perceptual reach
What is well-lit does not interest me
What is hazy and hard to discern
And makes my stomach quiver
Fascinates

I reside on twilight ground
Never reckonable
Within the umbra
Behind the thing that is known
Dull certainties cannot enliven me
I must have
The unknown edge

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