Congruency

Sunday, 25 February 2007 14:06 Lisa Jain Thompson

Congruency

Circle upon circle upon oval on sphere,
The closer is far, the farther is near;

Inward, outward the figuring eights

Open and close the conical gates.

Winding, twining a convolute disk,
Whilring, twirling a swirling mist;
Rotunding sphericity of globular flight
To undulate spirals of involute night.

Criss-crossed clowns whose circus bands,
Stepping across the seedling sands,

Stumble back again once more

To kaleidoscopic converging doors.

Cylindrical cells of confluent thought,
Seeking asylum in shells to be taught,
Seducing concurrently and repulsing what's sought.

Congeries of congested rot,
Sanctioning spirits for the soul of a dot.

Answers angling out and away,

Summer suns searching for a day;

Divergent assemblies to be stolen or bought,
Chased after but never caught.

I am waiting,

For in the beginning God created heaven and earth
And in the end earth created god.

I am here,

Waiting.

There are no mists or fogs surrounding me,
No shrouding shadows screen me.

I was here at the beginning,
I will be here at the end,

Waiting for someone to come out of somewhere.

Lisa Jain Thompson
July 29, 1966

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