1.
We are born in agreement
but somehow diverge.
The truth furrows naturally
from its opposing side
That, being ever equal, grows
us further apart
Until the two are joined as one
by a third line,
Where all the energy of perpetual
disagreement can go,
A base that is no more
than a connector
Of the places where we have fallen the farthest
from the tip of primordial unity,
Joined in the hope of joining.
As spirals expand, triangles lock.
2.
I want truth and I want love
but I can never choose,
For they seem to me the same thing,
no matter how many times
The wind has laughed, the sun has explained,
the earth has swallowed its dead.
There is something on the other side
that always moves away.
And always this thing
that says we are the same
Without explaining what it is
we are
Or how we'll ever find a common ground
except in the unknown,
What can only be a theory —
the way we reach some form of agreement.
3.
The heart comes, a circle, and
fails to understand,
The whole elaborate play a toy
for a child to command,
The urge to awaken all the others
to show off what you've made
Says you are more important than sleep,
you long forgotten one,
Waiting in the stony silence
for a familiar voice.
You started dying away like a leaf at birth
to meet that distant call
That holds you still, though you move
ever further beyond ...
Love must be impossibly distant;
it's far too close.
