the little line

the little line began as a dot on the vast and empty canvas
it made its thoughts known with simple designs clearly expressed

the little line lived in a seven story house next to the pacific ocean
extracting every little detail with a swift and sharp motion

the little line created and made every possible thought visible reality
expanding beyond your imagination as an abnormality became a normality

the little line was a small speck on a white and plain canvas
became a long and unpredictable line as it made tremendous progress
your hand has fifteen fingers and the universe is a germ on a tiny stone
picked up by the little hand of the little line and thrown into a cyclone

the little line defined what you would've never imagined or predicted or inferred
jumbling up all the little things laying all around and simultaneously concurred