Receding Orthogonal

That a fixed line may extend into space

indefinitely—That the eye is so easily deceived—

Would that it were it possible to span distances 

without light, be line, be solitary until

intersecting at clear, uncontested 

points—that we might each discover a “sight”

not founded on edges or illusions—

No tension—No gradations of value—

No one having to say “Look at me,” or

“Right there”—No one turning to face the wall

at night, wondering “Have I won or lost?”