Straight Lines

There’s interference in everything

Or else trains

On straight tracks

Wouldn’t rumble and swing.

Ploughing a straight furrow

Is a poor resolution;

Since when has a field

Been a symbol of order?

To the worms and the seeds

Those pristine Nazdac cliffs

Are jagged anarchic hieroglyphs.

So, without even thinking

The important and powerful

Tidy their worlds

With straight lines on a map.

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