Cliff,
Concept of the boundary of things.
At the end of it, looks like a pleat,
It is the weaving edge, the hem, one surrounding decoration.
It is the wind that intermittently shifts during the day and at night.
Divided fences, or circular borders like bangs, a certain minor remainder.
It is:
Acts of misconduct that are explicitly prohibited and used cautiously by the state, occur subconsciously in the aisle.
Those barren lands that no one explored…
And the threshold that leads to negligence on the verge of blinking,
All the time, the everything goes undiscovered.

Reference: Precipice – Jill Alexander Essbaum