-…as a yellow-tinted sliver
streaks across the fallen day
shedding ashes of light
on the edge of dimensions
the layers ripple, a wave
of consciousness breaking
apart – as celestial bodies
drawn to a common rock
splinter into jagged fragments
that never reconcile, yet
remain stranded in
the solitude of proximity,
the weight of each an
argument toward existence
shaped around distinct
edges and position-
so consciousness agrees, while
we argue vehemently
the subtleties of edges,
the difference between you & me