We live in a time,
When the lines are thin.
Boundaries and borders,
Sensations and skin.
The defining edges,
Are blurring into non-existance
There is a loss of layered reality,
with each echo of each experience.
Each reality is separated,
We move on alternate planes,
Our lives intertwined threads
Weaving through the Internet, Earth and space.
The landscape is changing,
Shifting with the sands of time,
As countries and courtships,
Bend and break archaic lines.
The world is morphing,
Flat maps are obsolete,
Four dimensions with manipulations,
Increased possibilities. And cruelties.
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