Borderlines

Borderlines are boundaries not yet erased
Division’s line between this and that
Here and there
In and out
Your world and my world
Sky and sea
Natural and created
Living and dead —
Borderlines.
Boundaries not yet erased.
And if we rise above the line
Or fall as some would say, below,
Does crossing over borderlines
Stepping through boundaries
Pulling down barricades
Leaping across barrenness
Rising into beauty
Clawing up to breathing-room —
Are those division’s endings?
Cross me, oh cross me, then and set us free
Scrub out the yours and mine and let it be ours
Make straight the paths that unite
Leave crooked the dividing march.
Cross me, for I am yours.

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