The universe is cruel.
No debate on that.
As it plots existences
one by one
in the continuum of its being
We yearn closely for meaning
as we come close to concepts
love, truth, reality

We are but lines
plotted by it
existing through space-time
moving without knowing
and yet with direction
as per instructed by it

As movement goes
little did we know
there are lines similar
almost perfect
to one another
moving past this part of the plane
yearning to be with each other

but alas,
the universe is cruel in so many ways

these lines were plotted in curvature
and yet ever so gently
it moved closely
so near to being one like many
but to dismay has disruptions
wrong plots, slopes, instances
to a state where points never touch

the universe plots and plots
and yet never in its
right mind
cooperated