a line
straight and true
but ever
so slightly curved
is
ever present
in front of me
and behind
and all around
depending
upon where I
might be facing;
it divides
top from bottom
side from side
for as long as
once can see
or imagine,
but,
when approached
it moves
farther out
in all directions
and
I am left
feeling reluctant
to try again.
21May15
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