Vertical Lines

Bodies like soil, water brings life.
Expansion then dry, cracked vertical lines.
It’s distance that dries your body and mine.
But it’s dark, dark night.
To white Bright light
So much changing do I feel fine?
Do I feel fine tonight?
But I wanna leap from this canyon blind.
What is fine, what is steep, pushing crayons past lines.
My friend died last night.
In his plaid on top of the white.
Did it snow a lot last night
Or was he just cold inside?
I don’t know what’s right
In my plaid on top of the white
Did it snow a lot last night
Or do I just have things on my mind?
I wanna leap from this canyon blind
What is steep, what is fine, pushing crayons past lines.