Things piled on edge.
The edge of something.
These things are making an edge.
The edge is good and sometimes bad.
Depends on where and when one looks.
But the edge goes on, nearly building itself,
Piling good upon bad upon good.
Hail to THE EDGE THE EDGE!
The edge is necessary, it is said.
Not good nor bad nor good.
The edge is the thing, nothing else is needed
But some know better than that.
One day, when the edge nears done
That day shit will turn and go straight sideways
Straight sideways to make a top.
IT’S A TOP! A TOP! A TOP!
This edge shit will need to stop, they say.
To make the top, the top, they stop.
To many the job seems nearly complete
With edge and top almost done
But for others a bigger thing is coming into view.
A lid they want to call it. It’s a LID!
A LID! A LID! A LID!
Not edge nor top nor even lid
is all this story holds,
For somewhere in the dankest darkness
Beyond the shadow of the lid
One mind sees it all,
And its big. VERY BIG!
This changes everything…
IT’S A BOX! IT’S A BOX!
Thank you, friend.