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