The only edge in existence
is a human’s conclusion.
It can vary in form
be it a judgment,
the work of language,
sensory input limitations,
the conveniences of cognition,
even the sinewy work
of loosely gathered expectations.
No form, upon further, detailed
magnification as examination
really has an edge.
Edge is a term of expediency,
an over simplification of story,
a Machiavellian right of passage,
a gloss of pragmatic efficiency,
the premiere of isolationism.
If you see edge,
you objectify,
you claim distance,
you identify as separate,
you are alone among the lonely.
Edge has an oral history.
We all agree to agree.
Share the verbal wealth
but secretly, live as liquidity
beyond that meaning assigned . . .
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