At the edge of infinity by the old mill stream where we once fished for whales and talked about
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what it would be and what it would become…

There on the doorstep of crazy

by the childproof lock

and the fence

don’t forget the fence

wrought plastic

molded to fix exactly one door length apart

and block those who would climb? or cross…

We stand there, with

sacks of anticipation

wondering why

we are standing there

childproofed into a stupor

we mouth silent words

that mean little

and making no sound escape

past the childproof gate



as words sometimes do

back to look at us

as they fly away

bound for the infinite

while we

lost in the stupor

that is childproofed infinity


waiting for time to change.


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