12-22 Plain Geometry

Plain Geometry

 

With Euclidean bent, I trace my walls

Shaped, molded, and crisscrossed by sheetrock halls.

Met by perpendicular, parallel lines,

Right angles are precise to blueprint guidelines—

 

Though slightly askew from the weight of years.

 

Sitting back, I ponder, acutely aware:

 

God is an infinite sphere

whose center is everywhere and

whose circumference is nowhere. *

 

If the infinite and finite form a joint,

 

Is God, or am I, at the vanishing point?

 

*Liber XXIV Philosophorum, The Book of the Twenty-Four Philosophers.

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