Fine Line

there is a fine line drawn
across the foundation of life.
it places no limit
on the pieces of your life
that hang out for all to see;
exposed,

transposed by the air and the collective thoughts we share;
but we deny this link to humanity.
we are solitary, stiff, unyielding;
unwilling to move beyond the borders that we are.

Our flag of reason slaps in the wind of mediocrity
we will collectively perish if we do not agree to survive.

but we deprive;
we contrive ways to control, to siphon off the last remaining sparks of life;
extinguishing the light.
at the end of the tunnel
as the fine line flutters, yields to staccato and disappears.

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About Robert M Palmer

Word Crafting, Visual Memories, Audible Bites, Ringleader & Emptor.
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