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Of Curves and Straight Lines (Free verse) by Quarton

Straight lines drawn, meeting in right angle fetish; harsh symmetry reflected, ninety degree penchant, sharp and abrupt vision to brain. Shortest distance from here to there. Direct route, stripped down, no frills; been there four right angles before. Curves, banked and winding, meandering; easy on the psyche, relative understanding. Light bent gently, attracted--refracted by gravity's sure embrace. Soft, natural curvature, fingers running--tracing, a lover's hand embracing. Road ahead tightening; spinning--careening out of control. The artist, brush in hand, pondering--visualizing, deft strokes from A to B. Direct or wandering, line perhaps spiraling or one dimensional, straight line confining. Nature's scope unbounded, flowing--undulating, Crick and Watson expounded. Double-helix; twists and curves, in profusion cloning; genetic perfection--reflection; God's image everywhere. Straight line mentality, linear thinking--measuring, over-analysing; dead end reality--commonality. Blinders firmly attached; gazing straight ahead. Cubism, Pablo's idealism, three dimensional, fragmented; perception's unique imagining. Conceptual realism with superficial sightings, heads in unison nodding; blank stares and dogs barking, trespassers beware. Earth's curvature astounded, simplistic--realistic; straight lines prone, reality reclining--defining and confounded. Cubism applied conceptually like the moon and stars, tiny orb rising--rounded. Circular reality--duality, projectile spinning, curving-returning; life's round about learning. Vortical winds blowing, earth rotating and solar system revolving; light sustaining sunlight shining--defining. Milky Way turning--burning, black holes gravity defying; galaxies circling in clusters like atoms in microcosm. Electrons in orbit whirling; matter implying--surmising energy's presence--essence. No curves or straight lines to compare-- no substance anywhere.

<{Baba^Yaga}> 30-Nov-02/4:22 PM
i read this to band on the run by mccartney...it was quite the experience...graphing to music and the drumm66g of the keyboard...clever and honest. we're so sorry uncle albert.........but there no one left at home and i..believe.




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