We live a life of invisible lines
Hierarchies and territories
Boundaries and margins
Precincts, frontiers, mainlines
State lines, guidelines,
Air lines, hair lines, color lines, bottom lines,
frontlines, punchlines
But, come on.
Read between the lines
Each border is not designed to remind us of our limitations
Or to define our state of mind
What’s yours what’s mine
All I know is the song
“my heart is…” um… line?
Nevermind.
I am the air
I am the wind that moves seamlessly
Fearlessly across your face, across your race, across your space
Not just because I can but because I cannot stop myself
The only place I belong is everywhere
So get in line
Cross the chasm and engage
Because invisible divisible incipit individuals
Are not the ones you want taking up space
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC