There is a drawn line
There, where the scarp of the ice
Meets the empty space
It looks like a graphic
With all the ups and downs
But the values that it shows
Are not economical decreeses
It’s nature telling us all
That this line
A thin balance between now and never
Will afect me and you
And all the others that can´t
I will capture the line
Into my pencil sharpped
Like a night knife
It will cut only your ignorance
And not all the trees
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