THERE IS NO STORY WITHOUT LINES
The lines on your face.
The lines on your hand.
The lines in the sky.
The lines in the sand.
The lines you wished you'd said.
The lines you wish you hadn't.
The lines that link
The lines that block
The ink that stains
The keys unlock
The lyrics to the tune
That refuses to stop
The lines you plow
The seeds you plant
The times you harvest
And the times you can't
No stories without lines.
No lines without time.
Too much, too little -- time.
So many many lines.
So many lines you waited in
To reach this place, this time, this state:
This fractured fissure where --
Against fault, against fail --
You can begin to tell the tale.
-- Matt Duckworth
