Boundary Lines
There is a line in you.
Some fathomless regret
That crosses boundaries
To the edge of exclusion.
There is some dark vein
Which turns you inside out
And makes even the fleeting beat
Of angels seem morose.
Is is the silence
That holds you so tightly?
Some regret that you
Cannot get away from?
Is it a truth
So horrible and real
That even gods would
Weep to hear it?
There is a line in you,
And even I dare not
Cross its darkness.
Beyond it is the chasm.
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