I Find my Faith in the Flatness of Space

Adherent of convergence, I find solace
in the cold precision of planets and moons
circling their hosts in closed ellipses.

Divergence discomfits me, as from the swoop
of parabolae, the twinned trajectories of hyperbolae.
I am impatient for the tangency of asymptotes

uneasily tolerate the curvature of space, suction
of gravity. Cusps of space-time prick me. Galaxies fly
away in inexorable expansion. I take offense.

....................................................................... Israel Lewis

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