A line
And am crossing it maybe
Cracking, comminuted
Brown streaks across the sky
Leaves dripping
From the moving clouds
As I lay under
A hovering tree
A thin line
And am crossing it maybe
Cracking, comminuted
Brown streaks across the land
Leaves sprouting
From the static sand
As I lay hovering
The tree under
A thin line of demarcation
And am crossing it maybe
Cracking, comminuted
Red streaks across life
Blood dripping, sprouting
From the static corpses, moving souls
As I lay amidst
The battle yonder
A thin line of demarcation
And I have crossed it maybe
Between sanity and lunacy…..
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