Ava Flick
In the beginning, there is the corner.
Not the center’s chaos,
but the quiet right angle, where two infinities consent to meet.
Silence folds itself into that right angle,
and waits.
Every life has one.
In every crowded season of living,
The bright arguments of ambition,
The intimate collisions of desire,
The chase of self-actualization,
There is an unseen discipline:
the piece that keeps the walls from collapsing.
The corner is where the grief stands when it needs support.
Where a child hides during a thunder of raised voices.
Where a grown heart leans after saying the necessary “no.”
It does not glow,
It does not boast,
It simply remains,
The corner is covenant.
It is the first vow a puzzle holds,
here the wild scatter of possibility,
begins to submit to form.
To live is to narrow;
We vow quietly, again and again.
This body, not another.
This name, not all names.
This promise, not every promise.
Without the line, we are weather.
Yet the vow holds.
It is the quiet geometry that allows a human being
to stand in the open world, and not be scattered by it.
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