Some speculate about
the edge of the universe,
and what exists beyond.
But that edge - if it exists -
is beyond another edge:
the farthest points
from which we can see light.
In a tower
on a mountain,
there's still an edge
of our eyesight --
like the others,
it's an edgeless edge,
signifying nothing
but our own limitations.
We are builders
of edgeless edges,
fashioning boundaries
that don't bound anything,
but by which we are bound.
There was an executive from Noda, a member of the class, high bourgeois. He was the big boss over all the soy sauce, but when he told people, they heard, "Blah, blah, blah!"
an orange streak
burns across the water —
brightly but briefly
the plucking of
prickly pears is at risk
of being pricked
a walk in the park.
eyes glued to the rising sun,
a crow dive-bombs me.
blue sky beach day. then rains slouch nearer, and blues deepen
There was a clumsy tourist in Cebu who broke Magellan's Cross, and sought wood glue. "Oh, don't worry, son! That's not the first one. The original was lost... and was already broken, too."
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