the line is reason, the line is sense

through disjointed dreams the line, the seams

cut across a cloth pulled tense

And though we seem a bit at ease

the line divides; this silver fence.

there’s light beyond the line, you know.

sun sets over borders and the night march calls its orders

it creeps over steady, but slow;

drawn from quarters, circuit shorter

across this comfort we go.

the line beneath you, and sense behind

the fear hatches and panic snatches

for a grip, a thread to unwind;

you shout brash; your hands slashes

though it hurts, we have to leave the line.