Receding Orthogonal

That a fixed line may extend into space

indefinitely—That the eye is so easily deceived—

Would that we could span distances without

light, be line, be solitary until

intersecting at clear, uncontested 

points where we may 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?”