A Kind of Cross

A Kind of Cross

 

A Poem Written Over a Period

Of 50 Highly Passionate Years

 

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We have become a kind of cross:

An intersection comprised of extremes -

 

But to just sit here

Is to languish on behalf

Of existential ennui,

 

While to venture further

Is to agitate on behalf

Of primordial terror

 

Yet, a perfect cross

May be extended

 

Over a perfect sphere -

 

And although its lines will for awhile

Move farther and farther apart,

They will intersect again �"

 

And again, and again

In exactly the same place

 

As long as

They continue

 

To extend.