Solus
On the edge of everything there is something:
The mind,
cradled by bone and skin,
Is the shore for
an ocean’s wave -
With the kiss of
kith and kin -
Rolling shadows
into this island cave.
On the edge of
everything there is nothing;
It hovers on the
periphery of being,
But sometimes it
slides into view
Like a fin
slicing through water,
Cutting a hole
in the whole … thing.
A whole is a
whole by virtue of its parts;
A hole is hole
by virtue of what surrounds it.
Everything but
Nothing can be shared.
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