I traced a line to separate
the indivisible in two.
I focused on that edge
(dividing what, I had no clue).

I stayed until both sides
became this blurry view,
where I could no longer see
the closeness of the two.

They shared a giant tree
and the footprints of my shoes
but it didn’t really matter,
that’s what lines are there to do.

What I cared about the most
was the ease of getting rid
of the unknown and the disliked
by defining boundaries.

In case you expect a twist
there’s no moral in this story,
it just was pleasing to pee
on uncharted territory.

But if you’re about
to define a category,
remember that a line
can determine the whole story.

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2017-07-09T00:54:07+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |