Pencil Lines
Thoughtless carpets.
Draw many lines
And make them straight
Or maybe somewhat
Skewed and bent,
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They must be tall
As you imagine
Them brushing walls
A hush of pleasure,
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Continue tracing
Pencil walks
On vellum surface
Of your thoughts,
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The lines may take
You distant places
Walking through forests
Soothes your senses,
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How far is farthest
You have travelled
Forgetting all those
Reasons waiting…
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Yet only single
Thread holds webbing
Once gently pulled
You’re back to pencil.
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Getting lost in traced lines that turn into forests and distant unnamed places works because there's always one thread left un-pulled. That's not a limitation on the imagination. It's what makes returning possible at all.