Near The Edge by Gerry Grubbs

Posted on February 1, 2019 by Bob McCranie

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that this is carried inside
a thing contained
Carries the uncontainable
But slipping this way
Into words
Can close
The carrier
To the thing contained
Can cause
The thought
That they are two
Things not one
A thought that separates
The world
In its despair
From the infinite

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