The souls!

In a dimension,

Sanguine it seems.

For two souls to be

Tethered firmly,

Unknowingly in sync.

For they are free,

Spontaneous and humble.

In another dimension,

Gloomy it appears.

For those same souls,

Burdened by misery,

Running amok unfavorably.

With no ambition,

Deliberated unnecessarily.

In non dimensional,

Illimitable are such souls.

Potentials boundless,

Augmenting with the other.

What of lines or segments?

What are restrictions here?

Just trellises and climbers.

Let there be none of those.

Neither the dimensions,

Nor the infinites.

Uncontaminated are the souls.

Let them be..for they are real.

For they feel and are felt.

Relieve them, they have suffered enough.