And it is said
Though sharp
and sometimes cutting—
every edge is like a snowflake
that is to say
where a quality, dimension, or thing ends
so too does its constraint
on all other properties,
which from that point,
suddenly
jut forth
in great variety
and profusion.
For instance,
at the edge of time
there is a
tremendous deal of
light, and wealth, and
unendingness.
So, too,
at your fingertips—
when you shake them:
what kind of blizzard do they make?
Sometimes,
I wish…
you would just remember.
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Alex Duensing