Fine Lines

       

It's a fine line

The middle ground 

Not up.

Not down.

In Out Around  .

Rules here follow ...rules here follow ...Rules. 

Straight like an arrow into the dark and

 the dust of once were places. 

The middle ground births flowery lives 

and flowery deaths. 

Blowing seeds at high speed 

Windfull whispers of dry songs in my lungs,

Float my prayers off my tongue

Grow wings and follow

chaos .

Steal the finer pieces of me, 

to give back to the stars.