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| Industrialized Isolation (2000) by K.A. Bennett |
Straight Edge
A simple line defined us,
separated us,
kept us true to form--
you on one side,
and me on the edge,
trying not to fall into your uptight reality.
A line, the shortest distance
between two points--
me at one end of the Universe
and you at the other.
You could not tame the wild.
I could not color inside the lines
you drew around me
to contain my absurdity.
I jumped over your lines
and played hopscotch
with your predictable boxes
until it became too much
for both of us.
My scribbled lines
turned into a roadmap away
from you.
Now we stand
in separate lines
and wait for our lives to unfold
in different directions.
You conform to the rigidity
you crave
and find comfort
in your own predictability.
I scatter the lines like pickup sticks
and let them fall into chaos
I deliberately sweep away.
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