Contour

When I find the edges of myself
I'm at the edge of the world 
Flat 
Amused 
Seen 
Heard 
Gravity well 
Left behind 
In a flurry 
Of bosons
Physics language 
Nebulous discourse 
Ignoring friction 
Equations perfection 
The curve cannot be sliced 
By Newton 
Or Leibniz 
Infinite probability 
Is actually history 
Arcs delineate
Words instantiate
Time's soul 
Dice's roll 
Einstein plural 
Mollied squirrel 
Observational map 
To territory snap
A precious stew 
Fjords blue 
On a boat 
Astride two wheels
Or perhaps upon both legs 
There is no angle 
To the bending curve 
And naught to measure 
As headlong I swerve