Faded pencil – TB

21 Sep

There are no outlines,
The middle’s broken free.
Nothing divides or separates
The land and the sky,
No that it ever did –
Maybe only in your mind.
Boundaries have been erased.
There’s no way of telling
What is what and why.
You’re left to make sense
Of your abstract reality.

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