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[raelin]

The Line is somewhere between you and I,
Though where exactly, I'm not sure;
I'd like to know where that Line cuts through-
(Lines don't have a beginning or an end,
Just a whole bunch of middle.)
And maybe if I knew I could still stay shy,
Dance away from The Line with frightened feet,
Look away from it with a modest eye.
But asking about The Line would be
Like asking you "how" or "why"
Or maybe even "what shape is the universe?"
And those sorts of questions are across The Line
And have no place in a mind like mine.