Monday, March 2, 2015

(XII) Lines

Certain lines 
Lay side by side
Coherent to our lives

Such as the
Subsequent accumulation 
Of made up lines;
A bundle 
Of barbaric wires
Intertwined
Hidden blindly in coat pockets
Locked in rib cages

Such as the wrinkles
In my grandmothers face
Collecting bright stardust 
Throughout her age

Such as certain slants of light—
Infinite rays of sunshine
Placed in our pockets
Locked in our rib cages
Such as the cracks 
Between the tiles
Of our mosaics

Certain lines 
Lay side by side
Coherent to our lives
But we don't know why

Such as the line I drew 
Last night
Between your ordinary 
And mine
Laying silently 
Between us

Undefined

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