trace my lineage,
my lifeline,
my bloodline,
my blue (red filled) underline,
my loneliness.
Always askew
there,
the bloodline lies
there,
declines
there,
out-lines
there,
not in vine
there,
with who I am.
drop me
a line,
please,
give me a horizon
to look forward to
and delineate a route to
home.
