The edge of why
Is just beyond a strike of a hammer,
But with the power of all past stream
The mind wonders whom,
When would be safe.
Safe to them
Safe to every,
Safe to the few, the trusted ones
Safe to friends,
Safe to memories created, or of old,
Safe to family.
The dice roll not caring about my own book
Not caring what turn it will head
Just the Safety of all those around.
Stabbing me, not her, not them
Is what ethics, morals say to live for
The mind cares not for its next roll
But their next roll.
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