they push

these trees

and these clouds

and these eyes

faced

with the brief insight

that holds still

just long enough

to remind me

that these edges

these precipices

of insight and understanding -

well they push

so like

stepping stones

across rivers

so like the small worn down path

that weaves

through the fields of waving grass

so like the worn handholds

in the cliff-face

they push

by their simple existence

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