Blurry Line
Once upon a time
I dare to walk
Across the blurry line
On a snowy winter’s day
I walk through the woods
Surrounded by aspen and pine
Stony figures surreal and sublime
How many times must a line
Be bounded by space and time
Truth connected from end-to-end
Fingers always count to ten
Then count back to nine
Arrive at a place in time
When focused on a single point
Then you appear, as blurry as a kitten
Truth be known, I am a line
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