430 – Imaginary borders

Wild horses
At sunrise,
Red lips
At sunset.

Without answers
Empty shadows.

Some words
Have no meaning,

Gender, sex, age,
And other vital statistics
Explode and crash
The database.

What are we?
What were we?
What shall we become?
It doesn’t matter.

Evening falls
As certain certainties
Get blurred
Out of the timeline.

Sitting in twilight
We pet Schroedinger’s cat
Sipping coffee and bourbon
At the same time.

We don’t know
Where we’re going,
But we know
We’re going home.

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