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.