On The Right Edges Of The Mind Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

On The Right Edges Of The Mind

On the right edges on the mind
germinations start at days and nights,

The fruition's on the wind,
the mouth's on the lone poet,

The ars política and the sandcastles,
knowing how to tow your boats to the shore,

The beach is windy here,
and the sky is transparent,

There's no blackbird here to pick your brains or pick your bad crumbs,
or shattered that identity,

There's this big heart and the big wild sky.
as you wrestles with time, essences and the cords to eternity,
better be on that edge,

The cutters on the deep mountainside.
the lone cabin on top of the roof, in the top mountain side.