… borders …

our borders crisscross everywhere
the reasons for them, we don’t know
the grass is dying in the sun
no tracks can tell us where to go

we double back, turn left, turn right
but never our two fields have crossed
we wander day and angry night
exhausted, tempted, hopeless

lost

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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