Virtual Life of Dots
and Lines
Dots, lines and
countless intersections
make for a choice in
my direction.
Virtual living is
laid by choice,
in birth on this
earth, I had no voice.
Dot is a spot, point of indention
angular line, a
declination
from high in the sky
and back to earth.
Can I know the
star’s point at my birth?
Measuring time
without a timepiece,
I feel the earth’s
pull and sky’s release.
Days and nights are
of little matter.
Time’s running feet
go pitter-patter.
I look at my hand,
see the life line,
wonder at the manner
I incline.
Is it genes or
geometric signs,
my configuration of
dots and lines?
Copyright © May 27, 2011 by Karen M. Crump
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