THE EDGE Poem by Marije Langelaar
THE EDGE
I am the lord of the edge
I control this edge this edge is sacred to me nothing goes over it
I guard its correctness its silence
irregularities I observe and report to
the highest authority
I take care of this edge it is everything to me
I repair where it tumbles or crumbles I add to, sweep up
I work hard on this edge
I do nothing else this edge
this edge this edge.
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