Sunday, November 29, 2020
AT THE EDGE
At the edge out there where
no star has yet been blown
there is no time, no light,
no weight of atoms.
There is no coiling
of imagination, only
the bliss of nothingness.
What was is blank still
and what will be is
even farther off.
We might be here, but
that's where we're headed,
out to where it ends, where
it all begins again.
