Poem On The Edge

Going to the edge of the world,
I learn of better notions and motions;
Jutting out are rocks so rickety and strange,
The universe is strange to the touch.

My learning is a leaning against the wall
Of this universe so greater than my mirror;
Mirrors are swinging on the ceiling
As the walls are like walls of steel.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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