Bounds

There’s a line words cannot cross
Maybe they haven’t been around long enough
Perhaps they never tried hard enough
Conceivably they’re just lazy

There’s a line words will not cross
Syllables melt, disintegrate
Consonants falter, stumble
Vowels stomp, jar

There’s a line words do not cross
Even when poets hand out passports, storytellers maps
They remain illegal aliens
Exile eternal

Day 7 of #OctPoWriMO. You can find the prompt and the links to other poems here: http://www.octpowrimo.com/2017/10/day-7-and-then-i-went-too-far.html.

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