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“the razor’s edge”
Posted January 23, 2012 by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: air, alone, author, birth, blaze, blazing, blog, blogger, blogging, born, circle, circles, circular, cloud, clouds, cold, crazy, cry, crying, dance, dancing, dark, darkness, day, distance, distant, dreams, dust, edge, evening, flew, flight, flown, flying, forest, green, happiness, happy, hard, heart, inside, journey, journeying, kiss, kissing, light, lonely, loss, lost, love, lovers, loving, memories, memory, moon, morning, night, one, outside, planets, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, rain, raining, rains, remember, remembering, remembrance, rhythm, rhythms, river, rivers, sad, sadness, shadows, sharp, shine, silence, silent, singing, skies, sky, soft, song, soul, soulmate, souls, space, star, stars, storm, storming, storms, sun, surprise, surprises, surprising, thoughts, touch, travel, traveling, tremble, trembling, universal, universe, warm, wind, wonder, wondering, wonders, words, wordsmith, write, writing, yearning. Leave a Comment
even in a circle there are lines
and beholden memories
that transform the ageless wonders
they scatter like prisms
in a torrent of angles
presenting truth and desire
the form and the formless join
and glad tidings are cast to the edge
delivering the essence of matter
the square and the four sides are known
they enclose the firmament
in boundless degrees immeasurable
the dust of all things collects on the razor’s edge
a sharp blazing strip across the skies
bordering the gap between the here and now
and in the forest there is life
it all fits on a map of the future
compass guided and born of tangled frequencies
make of this what you will
but know
all the thoughts of nations and men
are but the tiny black-ink droplet
a scribble on the great author’s page
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/23/12
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