“the razor’s edge”

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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