Margins, 1

the edge is not the place
for lamentation

the edge is the place
for absolution

ritual : rebirth : salvation
& recovery

where there is a foothold
a footfall reinvents

the universe
& all its bewilderment

its fine-cloth fogs
& supernovae

where memory reaches
into what harbors no spark

or leaning or feeding
or semblance of a chapel

where frail things
emerge & become eternal

the margin is a grassland
tsunami-like with mind-bleed

too much thankless labor
& not doing

a wisdom stone broken
into cobbles that pave

a flowerbed & go
remorseless & beyond

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