clear lines 

is what loves our head 

some kind of order 

overcoming the chaos 

and sometimes 

we forget 

that these lines are  

something like 

temporary orientation 

good for  

the first moment 

but then  

we have to remember 

there are no lines for real 

no good and bad 

black and white 

up and down 

there are 

fluent frontiers  

ours too

our inner borderland