People Who Ride Along the Boundaries

People who ride along the boundaries

are necessarily people in motion—

they are, after all, riding.

 

In this case, the obvious ontological query is answered:

“What are they doing?”

“Riding.”

But is this case there is also explicit organization:

“Where are they doing it?”

“Along the boundaries.”

 

The thing about boundaries is—

unless you’re a cell wall—

they are kind of ambiguously

organized.

 

Think about walking the borderline of a country or state

that isn’t altogether worried about the traffic.

Can you imagine that you walk the borderline

precisely, continuously, contiguously, constantly

closely.  Or is swerving more likely?

And how can you tell where you’ll be at any given time?

 

Being along the border is an understanding of change

and its complete permeation of humanity’s perfection.

 

Completion of perfection a human cannot be static,

for then our complete perfection can only be death.

 

No, our complete perfection,

while existing,

is precisely that –ing stuck to the back of

the infinitive:

to exist:

exist-ing.

 

Perfection—

like truth, like life—

is only the process of becoming

something-or-other… or

maybe just

other.

 

Perfection is riding along the borders

of life

of love

of existing

of existence

of people riding

of truth and reality

of consciousness as such

of totally unrelated sentences

of qualitatively different realities

of the understanding that perfection

is people in motion.