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We’ve [all] gone [too] far— Reached the tippity-top. Of a plane. Of a satellite. Of a mountain. The [highest] to go [in life] Above Life Like an Angel just made Or an Angel creating another Angel— “How many Angels can dance on the edge of a pin?” I say “edge”, as in, we are all on edge :The fringes of society Trying to make sense of it all :The dangers, and how we are all drawn to The end. Like a pen to it’s period. At the end, Though, It is just “farewells for now”. Like a fair-weather friend Knowing the end Of the[/this] relationship. ©2025EllenFinn
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Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
A Decade is [Far] Too Long, but Not Long Enough
We’ve [all] gone [too] far— Reached the tippity-top. Of a plane. Of a satellite. Of a mountain. The [highest] to go [in life] Above Life Like an Angel just made Or an Angel creating another Angel— “How many Angels can dance on the edge of a pin?” I say “edge”, as in, we are all on edge :The fringes of society Trying to make sense of it all :The dangers, and how we are all drawn to The end. Like a pen to it’s period. At the end, Though, It is just “farewells for now”. Like a fair-weather friend Knowing the end Of the[/this] relationship. ©2025EllenFinn
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Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
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