The boundaries of facts 
     can differ from the boundaries 
     of what is interesting. 
      
    The boundaries of the chair 
     coincide with the boundaries 
     of classical works on rhetoric. 
      
    The boundaries of stories 
     hide behind a brick wall 
     and ambush you en masse. 
      
    The boundaries of the banal 
     are a recurring nightmare 
     filled with identikit faces. 
      
    The boundaries of dreams 
     have no openings (like what 
     shape is thought to represent). 
      
    The boundaries of originality 
     are in reality about 
     accomplice identification. 
      
    The boundaries of the rose 
     are as widely spread 
     as a woman’s legs. 
      
    The boundaries of breath 
     though uncontained 
     are always dwindling. 
      
    The boundaries of the moment 
     say there is no need to decide 
     now – Judgment is for Jupiter: 
      
    Because the orange fell 
     into the hand it was juicy 
     in the mouth. 
      
    The boundary of the orange 
     is the mouth though it may be 
     only a random encounter. 
      
    And the boundaries of this 
     are too marginal or incidental 
     to form a deliberative account. 
      
    Contrarily 
      
    any immense rumour 
     has the boundaries 
     of a penetrating kiss 
      
    and those of the kiss end 
     where does the banquet. 
     Each and every boundary 
      
    prevents emptiness flowing 
     into what is encapsulated 
     by the skull. 
      
    For similar purposes 
     all the brain’s nothingness 
     easily permeates most boundaries. 
      
    The notable exception 
     is the boundaries of thought 
     which thus locked in 
      
    fear the void.