The Line
Do not cross that line.
Go right to the edge,
back away
survive to draw another line
another day.
Sand is unreliable,
it shifts perspective
makes lines squiggle,
disappear
come back red with blood.
Every blustery vortex
has an invisible line
that runs through it,
an ancient dragon drew that line
and it is still waiting and watching
for you to step blindly
over it.
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