Boundary

I know a boundary That can’t be seen. It separates me From other beings. It’s in doing And not doing. It’s in unspoken Social ruling. I suppose this boundary Would support my healing But the lines blur With human feeling. But I saw a physical boundary One built to cause pain A simple fence Across the plain. This barbed wire Through rough terrain Separates fantasy From truth. Between each side I see no change But it’s a real boundary Between work and play.

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