• piasevoli

Lines

Lines in parallel

verge to perspective

vanishing into a midpoint,

they blind left from right.


Lines run in strides

separating friend from foe,

like walls of thunderstorms

ripping through a summer sky.


Lines are necessary

to keep us in our places,

like in a coloring book’s sketches

one hue not to invade the other.


Lines measure distances unimaginable to the human mind.

Lines divide us from truth in this undrawn space and time.

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