Edge Edge Edge

The line is fine,

An indefinite separation

Between one or the other.

The film of a mirror

Is but so unseeable.

It's overlooked,

These lines of separation,

And we're often seeing past them

Into a devious mirror

Where our worlds are a*s backwards.

If I removed the film,

Would you see yourself more or less?

None of us walk that line

Though we'd love to.

And like a fence,

The grass may be greener,

But maybe someone

Is poor in food,

And rich with fertilizer.

Your grass may not be greener,

And everything invisibly makes sense.

And the fine lines stretch on

Becoming too distant

To walk,

To drive,

To swim,

To fly...

Walking the line

Will give you the best sides

Of both worlds.

Reviews

[Jamil Isimbabi]

But maybe someone

Is poor in food,

And rich with fertilizer.
That is something to think about.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

The best sides of both worlds...reminds me of something I wrote recently, because I feel this way quite often; as though I am walking a fine line between two worlds and I'm not quite sure which I would fit the best in. As you have ellucidated, though, perhaps being this type of person gives us the best of both worlds and thus it is better to dwell on this razor's edge than fall into one particular place or rhythem. I found this piece nicely written...some good imagery and the flow was nice. I particularly enjoyed the last half of the piece, where it felt as though the momentum really picked up and then the ending...yes!