I find myself looking over edges.
\nWhere the table stops.
\nWhere the plate concludes its curve.
\nWhere time ended
\nin the ping of a minute.
\nWhat a door encloses.
\nWhat a word keeps out.
\nThe game is endless.
\nIt is the outside of an inside.
\nThe end of logic.
\nThe conclusion of a number.
\nBut the story doesn\u2019t end there.<\/p>\n
I think all edges
\nare entrances to magic.
\nMuch as love begins
\nat the edge of the heart,
\nas if nothing happened before.
\nThen, as the song said,
\nmy heart stood still.
\nAnd the world starts over.
\nArms open like wings.<\/p>\n
Earth falls away and the magic dances,
\nerotic and spiritual.
\nAnd you have found a place
\nthat is real.
\nHas locality.
\nOn the street where you live.
\nAn address of lips,
\nfor those who know it.
\nA coming home,
\nwhere you begin to live
\nin the heartbeat of another.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I find myself looking over edges. Where the table stops. Where the plate concludes its curve. Where time ended in the ping of a minute.…<\/p>\n