I dance the arch of your eyebrows.
yeah I dance the arch of your eyebrows with my pen.
I follow it up and bring it back down, back round
follow the trail and I cry when it ends
but the line was fun.
yeah- Lines: they end like they begin
Lines begin and end.
Why can't your eyebrows be a sphere? Circular and rotate forever.
Why can't you embody infinity and let me in?
They will now.
I draw them in so you can't escape.
I draw then in with my dainty felt tip pen.
I draw them somewhere they've as of yet never been.
Round and round they go.