LITTLE LINES
Karina Reyna
My eyes flutter open and quickly they reshape reality,
I see lines,
Not the ones the world has drawn for me,
Instead, the ones I draw myself,
Over the canvas of what is already set, I draw
My eyes trace bodies, ethereal forms that dance around,
We forget we can, but I have always known,
Those car rides became drive-by cinemas,
The images blur, mingling with one another,
Painting before us whatever our hearts desire,
I see lines,
What others have locked away,
Leaving imagination to wither and die,
They call it a waste of time,
“Daydreaming, labor lost,”
They are blind,
But my lines cannot change that.
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