Between The Rules And The Ruler

Between the rules and the ruler
lies a path made in a file.
One thinks of a red sticky road
the other is blue with white tiles.
The rules have numbers
and the ruler has margins.
The rules can make a sun
the ruler is the sun.
The rules penetrate the ear.
Well, the ruler is like air.
Between the rules are mountain
calling names of wards.
Between the ruler are subjects
that equate straight types and curves.
The ruler bakes the word we eat,
The rules are numbered too.
The ruler depicts a black mantra,
the rules try to define it.
Between the rules and the ruler
Are sticks made of bones,
one was a tree from a seed
one guides the seed to become tree.
One tells what words should be told
one decides which word to stay.

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