What difference does it make
Really
Whether a blunting changes
The rubber or the rub?
To wonder:
When two edges soften
Which piece receives
the other?
What happens to the parts
Of a sharpness
Once they are dulled?
To where do the transferred pieces
flee?
Which molecules
Are moved
Or in equal measure divvied
From the scuffling
Heel
To the craggy
Sidewalk;
From the summertime tire
To the shoulders of the road;
From the flaking epidermis
To the unseen chairs in the
Dangerous rooms of the world―
Why atoms comprehend
The infallibility
Of their role
And break down
And deform like bubbles
To lesser entities
And eventually pop
Or disappear
To our ever-rubbing eyes?
When rubbing together
(in reverence of the oncoming
Inevitable
changes
of a villainous cosmos;
In reverence of the erosion and evolution
Of everything you’ve ever seen or known)
Is a magical dance
That buffs you away
Erases you
Little by little
To the smallest possible point
Over and over
Until you can be remade
Again
Little by little
In some form or another
Over and over
Double-helixing the
Sender and receiver
Squishing and sharing and gifting the goo
That makes a thing a thing
As I pretend to be
One thing
Instead of the concerted effort
Of trillions of other
One things
Because the wellspring of the dangers
And the wonders equal
Of the whole world
Are contained within the one
Universal truth that:
Something
Is
Always
Giving
