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Monday, 8 October 2012

Something to take the edge off

Where do we draw the line; -
At mountain, or river, or lake?
Intelligent Border Design: a misnomer we give to The Take.

Where does a ‘person’ begin; -
With atom, or boson, or quark?
Do edges commence at the skin – or with scent - if we’re lost in the dark?

I learn to divide and to name
Every bit with a badge of its own;
Carving worlds like they’re turkeys.  Bred tame
Plucked then sliced. Who will win the wishbone?

Give me something to soften the pain
From this knife made to enter and pare.
Let me blur.  Lose distinctions as rain
Falls to ocean.  Consumed.  Unaware.

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