Limited, endless, the drawn boundary, the tropic, the dotted line, the vertical attacks the horizontal, the horizontal swallows up the vertical, the virus homes in on healthy cells, spines its proteins through walls in the lungs, the cops phalanx through occupied territory, your neighborhood or mine, the air is charged with human voices, breath, whispers, cries, the walls are covered in graffiti, the walls are messages, the walls fall inward to disclose bare terror, the sun kisses us with its knives, the water rises to meet our windows, no one is at home, the world is what we make it.