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Boundaryless

BOUNDARYLESS
by Shreefal Mehta.    26 Mar 2020.  

To hear this read out: https://youtu.be/emqwQoW6M9k

Boundaries boundaries Borders borders
you’re not us let’s put you on the bus
close the door wipe the floor
run! a sneeze! give space please
behind borders behind closed doors
breathe! safe air!  is it in my hair?
 6 x 6   4 x 6
one room for six
Find my boundary need my space in open air I breathe at my pace
boundaries boundaries borders borders
need to stay in    need you to stay out
safe distancing but my food can’t do without
I can close my mind but I am really in a bind
close the borders! we place orders
our society in stasis our spaces in crisis
The world reaches out - social media can’t do without 
prize our boundaries highlight our geographies
Keep the playing order Close our border!
Yet when I see you suffer – god damn the order
I want to reach y’all but I built the blasted wall
We are not near but are joined in our fear
Our fear of being close - yet I miss hugs can I get a dose?
over the gap stay apart - yet we feel my open heart 
Together we can soar, even with closed door
But step no more - across that floor
Namaste we say with joined hands we pray 
Across the boundaries we are in one space 
That peace in you -  is the same in my case 
When spaceless you are then with you all are
Boundaryless borderless all together in the oneness.

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