Stars on a sunrise
Soap through a loop
Bubbles in a bath
Foam on the shore
Boundaries flow
Boundaries saved
Boundaries escape
Boundaries go
Floating upon fingertips, boundaries await, waiting to drop. They drop, they burst, no sounds to unyielding streams, liquid as tears end, ending between fractured seams.
Catch their birth, catch their death, and bring them home to living mirth. As a lore they are gone, boundaries no more, in to the wind, the air we breathe, we cried, we grieved, so lost was the essence to which boundaries reside.
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