And there we were on top of the world and at the edge of the edge,
leaning to see how far we could go without the fear of falling.
Together and apart and knowing all at the same time.
Enlightenment is the salt on a sea wind and the inner curve of a broken shell.
Footsteps in the sand and the red moon at four in the morning.
Also the dirty tang of repressed anger, and a song about country roads.
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