Wednesday, March 4, 2009

The dot!

Only half of all there is
like half a turn, half a yearn,
half a thought, a wish,
comes to one unmindful of
the power of completion.

This power like a furnace burns
to heat up mind's intent
and send it searching in the rough
for the perfect whole.

I'm rather fond of commas
because maybe there'll be more
and it's like I'm finely tuned
to continually anticipate
that blessed other half
until I come to know
a full stop makes a half
completely complete.

I can end most anything
with a simple little dot
but until I dot the "I"
I'm searching in the rough
not destined ere to find
what I'm searching for!

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