axioms


20 SECONDS, NO.1


'We are parallel lines, an exponential bloom
where Zeno predicted your retreat;


and where I come through a, you come through b
—the two of us watching unyielding axioms


fill the space between us. One geometry says
we will meet, but each time I bend, you bend


toward a point beyond my reach. I want you
to be where I am, or I want to be where you are.




But a single truth has fixed us here,
and you are further for it.'


Axioms


This is basically a rip of John Donne's, A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning but i like it all the same.