TrajectoryA Poem by Kenneth The PoetZero at twenty-five, Zero at one-hundred, zeroed in on a target of a Cartesian design, the x-axis called windage, the y-axis called elevation, the roots to a quadratic equation with a coefficient far less than zero but still greater than negative one since its shallow and affected a great propulsion force and the force of gravity, the bullet that is.
Let the ground be the axis of symmetry when compared to the bullet’s trajectory, a reflection of a curve of that goes closer to zero as the eternal x-axis called time pushes onward, forward into the ether called the unknown, all because of air resistance, all because of gravitational interference all because of propulsion made by a hammer striking the center of rimfire cartridge and creating a small explosion.
And after the caliber that has three factors where two smaller factors add up to the third factor impacts the target, the sibling with sniper training records his observations of elevation and windage and target locations of his cold-bore and warm-bore shots in a journal like a naturalist would to verify the truth of natural selection.
And the one without encounters a learning curve with this subject, but can accurately equate a circular or parabolic path through the bullet hole locations because life and death and everything else in between functions on some kind of curvature.
Because life, death, and everything else in between has some of kind of error, some kind of imperfection within it, but that is beauty also because we wed our spouses for better or worse, be one libidinously linear or carnally curvaceous.
Life is a curve, so enjoy the ride because it is short and quick like a bullet’s trajectory.
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Added on November 7, 2011Last Updated on November 7, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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