Wonders can not reach me.  Balanced edges hang around forced continuity.  If I dared I might run, clipped knowledge seeping from flailing limbs, abandoned wisdom and displaced responsibility left to cling to nothing but thin air. And yet I know that I am not brave enough for such wild decisiveness.  I fear the empty expanse, the lonesome fate of freedom, the harsh wisdom I could acquire.  So I rest, stayed by a thought, caught in the heavy silence.