The line between
Gets fuzzier when seen
From closer and closer
Nose to the paper
To get black and white
Stand well back is right
Get a little distance
Perspective as the substance
To be sure of the points
Of that side appoints
To ensure that on this side of real
Abstract is no longer to feel
Above and beyond
What slips of my tongue
Stiring the air
In a place where I care
Of the outcome for me
Is wrapped in what they see
Can't escape from my now
Trapped. Obligations endow
To us all in our living
Where some are not giving
The effort that costs more
For peace and not war.
©wrennie
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