The God who makes borders

The god who makes borders,

makes them on paper

It is not as tough,

then is he god enough.

 

It’s not that tough.

His world is paper.

He could have

burnt it

He could have

buried it

Paper is harmless

just tear it

 

The god who makes borders

makes solid lines on paper

Lines of rock and mesh

No one can burn it

No one can bury it

Tear it,

It still remains

 

The god who makes borders

Is either blind,

Or his hands shake

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