A Fine Line

-A Fine Line-
by Keaton Foster


There
A fine line
Written
Crafted
Scratched into skin
Carved into bone
Dug down
Deep into the dirt
By who
Exactly when
And why
All of it
Not known
Could it have been painted
An outline
Of what was to become
Permanent
Was it the master’s hand
Or just some fool
With a brush and no rule
Does such distinction
Even matter
Does such peculiarity
Imply relevance
Such lines are not
Physically identifiable
But rather
Transversely reliable
Always at our feet
Regardless of place
Position, or relation of space
Such lines are always there
Such lines are burned
Into the core of our minds
Parallel with our spines
From our feet to our crown
From our connection
To our outward bound affliction
Just here
I do stand
Without fear
At the edge
On one side
Is the world
The one
That I refuse
The one
That I won’t know
The one
For all else to reside
On the other side
Is opposition
Is resentment
In everything
That concerns me
Is everything
That drives me
On the this side
Is me, my heart, and ideas
A fine line
Is all that separates
All that divides
An indication of departure
Thus the duality of my station
There
A fine line
Written
Crafted
Scratched into skin
Carved into bone
Dug down
Deep into the dirt
By who
Exactly when
And why
All of it
Not known
I’ll spend my life
The sum of it all
Every moment in time
Every second so sublime
I’ll pay it all
For the answer
To the questions
That I alone am asking
The answers will outlive me
The answers will supersede
A few hundred years from now
I am quite confident
That what I’m saying
Will remain
A fine line
To be crossed
To be feared
To be revered
All of it within each line
All within my own time…


A Fine Line
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.