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acclimodept in closed contention

acceded the acclimodept to start, considering the groundwork of his art:

we say: “go to the edges, strive,
bring the borders back alive
inside youreflexing mind and muscle.”

and yes, i will admit the sense of center is a side we sometimes lose;
we who chase the chiefrontiers are found, from time to time, to choose
to standetached from stable states amid our hope and hustle.

said the middleman responding, of his formula for bonding:

i a[i]m not underwater
i do not see[k] the sky
the stream i swim
the breeze i breathe
are neither deep nor high

and though i so may never know
how highly up above is up
or deeply down below is down
i know that i will always find
myself
on solid, central ground

answered the acclimodept, and quickly, his [vig]oratory making middler’s monotone seem sickly:

surely, yes, indeed, there’s no denying
that the selfsameself is always at the core, and neither faith nor flying
takes the windowatcher from the world—
but that is not our point of contestation.

we wondered, how is best the cosmiconundrum uncurled?
to maximize the size of the sensorium’spheres
takes a type of taring which demands no little daring
and it’s this you must develop to discern our e[mu]lation!

we reach to [t]each totality with reddened eyes and ringing ears.
we race to face our failure-points, our fears;
we deify desire as a lover in our dreams.
to know balance in your bedrock, we discover,
you must study how you stumble at extremes.

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