is another kind of path.
I follow its edges,
one foot on each side,
straddling no and yes.
Can a boundary be traversed
like the border of a country,
proving how grave a line can be?
Do…
Calling out, in moon's shining light, standing against the starry sky
Proud at heart, strong of will, it stands alone, never bending
Beneath the weight of life, standing tall, above earth and all