Corner Poem by GRANT FRASER

Corner



I want to know what corner
you've turned?

yeah! you out there turning
corners...

can you explain...

so when we turn too,
we will know what to do,

and what it is that makes
it so,

turning corners
is what whole wide
world should know...

a cornerstone
of something...

not yet in view
for most of us,

I turn in so
many other ways,
in bed at night,

but the red red
numerals
only glow...

but corners
is where so many
manuoevre around,
where as I get stuck,
and people are not
quite as honest about it,

as light steals
close and never fear...

or at the corner
of a mouth,
somehow not what it
was meant to be...

Ah! what is a corner still,
if one cannot turn,
one way, it would seem,
or turn on it all,

if only to cast the corner
further away,

so what if it has to go,
I mean maybe we don't die
inside the same,
or real death is something else...

or the corner has turned on us,
but turning is not always turning,
I spy nothing but others spying too,
from all seven corners of nothingness,

I spent my world in one,
my childhood, my way of looking
at things,

and if you don't go around
and if you don't come around
and if you don't even know
your stuck already,

then corners, I don't know...

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