Between the Lines

Standing in front of what was

Loosely held in the core belief

That nothing comes from what is

Everything comes from what is not.

Blank like tiles hidden in plain sight

Forcing blows beneath benevolent truths

Cries heard over the valley

Though my banging indifference would disagree.

Between the lines I crucified

Where forests crept into thoughts

I deemed unmerciful or just.

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