little black book.((((the architect?)

crossing
sections
between
shapeless
planes
i draw
finer lines
indicating
boundaries
that only exist
with the thought of space
and everything
in between
is purely
intent
which i
never intended
to cross
but a section
in my mind
could not
comprehend the
sketched gray lines
over erasures
over the never should have happened moments
that do happen
and that's when we make the choice
to start all over again on a fresh piece of vellum
or reveal our pasts, presents and maybe futures on that sketch
we've been working on since...forever really