we both knew not the lines,

because they say it is too complex

and making vague helps.

helps who? i wondered.

flipping burgers is said to be simple,

the mind games not so much,

how true. *i should see it now*

when you could come so very near

brush it all away,

dismiss it all as hearsay,

the crowd loves you

because.

you never gave a damn.

makes me wonder about human rationality

something i took for granted

that things happen for a reason,

never daring to question the edge of sanity,

because so much goes unexplained

they say not to reach further

i care not,

yet very different from you

am i not?

you look me not in the eye,

since 2 beings not adhered to the same cloth

must disagree on what common sense is

a fabric of reality torn out,

from one piece, i know not my mirror opposite.

how strange it all is: i care not to wonder

still do.

when touching the lines: they evaporate,

clouds form not,

rain no more.

and ships set for sail no longer can

they sit by the docks,

staring at each other

wanting to set off, not able to.

like you and me,

still pretending something precious exist.

irrationality must not be taken for real,

too terrible to bear

and we both go on in this senseless fog

making lines that were never there.

it is all we can do,

to have make belief

one of us must live, both of us live

playing a pretend game taken for real,

as if.

as if, the curtains drop, too heavy

with water.

not under the bridge,

it’s all been taken account

of me, you

this crucible, one of us quite intact

and a laugh.

lines, what lines?

to question is rebellion,

nothing you cannot squash,

till even lines depart

like they always have … …

tentative: to go along

like it means too much.

it’s what you want,

lines, crack, dissolve

when it’s always been about

how got the upper hand,

but never had it been

what i believed: some idealism

that never was.