Merge 02
At once, apart
Two worlds, or more, merge
To tread the faint, wavering line
A mind of halves finds both comfort and conflict
Two steps, three arcs
I wonder then, when or where, the line ends
At once, apart
Two worlds, or more, merge
To tread the faint, wavering line
A mind of halves finds both comfort and conflict
Two steps, three arcs
I wonder then, when or where, the line ends