AT THE BORDER

Out at the edge of the universe,
time has no beginning
and stretches endlessly,
as a stone dropped,
its ripples spreading outward
across a shoreless lake.
There is no time here
at the margin, no space
consumed by all space.
I would touch the edge
and press it outward
disrupting balance
until it all draws in
to an infinite point,
the stone at rest.

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