At The Edge Of....

at the edge of the universe,
there is a door....
that leads to the center of understanding.
it's as far away as your most abstract thought,
as near as the vagrant leaf blown
against your window by the storm.
as complex as Einstein's theories,
as simple as the screwdriver and the screw.
be it eternity, or a dropp of rain...
be there any difference?

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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