Lines

A sweet and simple line
Where everything’s entwined
And not much seems divine
Within shadows of the mind

A line made out of rocks
All sloping out to locks
Formed out of all the blocks
Compressed from all the talks

A line made out of shells
Arranged into the cells
Complete with inner bells
Arithmetic of hells

A sweet and simple line
Where everything’s entwined
And not much seems divine
Within shadows of the mind

A line made out of sand
Emotions which are spanned
A bridge built from the strands
Of all those things unplanned

A line made out of time
That intersects divine
And crosses thought to mind
Sublime, defined, combined