Saturday, January 5, 2013


Parallel lines
On opposite sides of the same page
Of a very different script
Yearning to meet
But never quite touching
Yearning for the right conjugation
Opposite sides
Of a dot on a page
The ink bled through
All the sadness and rage
And now the shortness of space
And limits of twelve dimensions
Have made a roof
Of parallel thoughts
Supported somehow
By opposing place names
And unconscious desires
So the paradox goes
Amid the dance of the nouns
And the definition of joining
Of waking in dreams
And the never ending daylight
Because trapped in the corner
Of ever true circle
Is this thought that refuses
To never die
Conjoined to truth is the ultimate answer
The sorrow of opposite lines in repose

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