Lines

The world is shapes, angles -

Existing in satisfied order

Where I would suit

And, still, procure. 

Waiting room. 

Platform. 

 

Lines. 

Carriage. 

Living waves that roll off 

Bleeding, passing land - 

Vibrations from this 

Shovelled bass 

Are now, moving, all. 

Middle ground defines the city wall.

© kate marlais 2011