Edges

We have learned to love

The edges of things-

Beginnings and ends,

Mirages,

Spooky apparitions at a distance,

That closer inspection

Dispels-

And forget how everything is contiguous soup

Which drowns all meaning.

Human ingenuity is this:

Draw a line to make one two;

Create a cage, invent a freedom;
Carve me, out of us.