Oh whisper to me
The truths of the universe,
Of being and knowing.
I am so intensely interested
That I can no longer
Focus on what is visible.

My thirst is vast
In a deserted plane
Of plain

Mediocre existence.

My thoughts run tangential
To basics
And are surplus to
All requirements.

My line of inquiry
Has no alpha to omega.
The shortest distance between two points
Is not a line or a wrinkle,
But a circle, an eternal
Palindrome.

By JB Morris- Poems, Prose, and Possibilities- mostly about life, sometimes about God, with brief interludes concerning shoe addiction.

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