Often the structure of a poem contributes to the power of its message. In Edges I've tried to construct the physical shape of the text so it narrows to one word even as the text grows into infinity
Edges
Edges define what we know
Yes there are edges to the sea
The land has edges and, indeed,
there are edges to you and me
The world has edges
as do our dreams.
Edges are everywhere
or so it seems
Only space is edgeless
we imagine so
How can we understand...
do we really know?
If you could fly
Out to its very edge
What would you find?
a wall? a sea? a ledge?
There is no end,
Well-defined
It is edgeless,
unconfined
Edgelessness
infinity
or to some...
divinity?
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