Margin for error

A fabric of words draping from above

Fit snug between lines that keep us in line

Wondering why the outside can’t be shared

With the gathering collection of words

Clamoring for attention, a bubble.

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Running out of room the floor starts to fill

Where will our mason continue to build?

The only room left is outside the lines

He counteracts with a defiant sign!

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Mutinous words start to breach, jumping through

The faulting prison wall. They settle to

Slumber, resting eternal, stack like stones

Building quicker with each tap of the pen

They start to march up and around the bend

Creating an archway the never ends.

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Stepping through his creation and finding

That creativity has just begun.

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