That Line

I see that line-

The one between scalp and skull,
where suicide dances spontaneous
like Red Rover, never knowing
where to stand.

Where music holds no notes,
stories have no words,
mouths have no lies and
eyes have no tears.

That line where black is
the brightest color, where
the temperature allows
you to see your breath,
where the fire burns like
day-old embers in a
forest full of damp wood.

Starting line,
finish line,
a
line
all
the
same.