Geometry

If thoughts had their geometry,

Would ours meet?

Like intersecting lines?

At some point

In a distant plane,

Mine abscissa, your ordinate,

And together, we

A bracket unto ourselves,

The definition of a full stop in eternity!

Or would they go parallel, still,

Even in those dimensions,

Like the asymptotes we are,

Never to meet

But to keep running together,

By each other’s side

Chasing infinity?

If thoughts had their geometry

Would ours be confined?

Between point A and point B,

Like

The two ends of one segment of a line?

Or would they grow exponentially

Reaching out with wide, open arms

To embrace a forever that actually lasts;

And extend, unhindered by trivialities

Of distance, space and time?

If thoughts had their geometry

Could we

Build a circle out of ours?

With no beginning, no end,

Just an endless, continuous middle

That keeps melting unto its own self!

If thoughts had their geometry

Would this world be large enough?

To act as a plane

Where we could plot ours:

Lay thoughts down

Into words, characters, feelings, prayers, hopes,

Like plotting precisions onto neat squares of graphs?

Or would we need a bigger area

To encompass them all?

An always up-surging curve,

As thoughts tend to infinity?

If thoughts had their geometry,

Would mathematics be richer, simpler?

Tell me, stranger,

Would it still not make sense to you?