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Beyond My Scope of Reason I walk; therefore, I am moving past my point of reference if out of sight - that pillar is. The rigid pile at ocean's edge whose tie has held me from water's beguiling depth. Untethered now, I walk into the surf which shifts my vision far beyond the shore of this reality. I've time now to see what is out beyond the sea. I walk; therefore I am whatever the sea decrees. 14 lines Prompt: "So I walked... Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time." - Steven Wright.
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