Edges

The safest place to be is on the edge
Where boundaries are clearer, more distinct.
Interiors may insincerely pledge
Existences more intimately linked
To one another, but they blur to one
The differences that matter. Where the line
Is visible, the cracking has begun,
And incongruencies cannot combine
But rather stand apart, there you can see,
And seeing, know. The comfort found elsewhere
Is false and fleeting. Here the boundary
Inspires fear, because it is right there.
But seen, it can be watched, and watched, secured;
All other safety but perverts the word.