My Meridians

We are:
a great circle upon the earth,
passing through the poles,
the East and West of us,
unique pole points of each us.

At any given point
on the earth's surface.
the half of such a circle includes,
two poles,
a singular line connecting
just we two.

This great circle of the celestial sphere,
passing through its calculus points,
fixed, but in motion,
you, the observer,
me, as composer,
we meet at an intersection,
a zenith peaked
a poem,
our greatest achievement.

And when we meet,
at a point of our
highest development,
great prosperity shared,
in the body's rivulets,
a vital energy flows,
when two create,
a write writ, read, and beloved.

This then,
My Meridians!

Noon and midnight,
the period of our greatest prosperity,
without them, without you,
how could I be culled, found,
this meridian, this our direct line,
transferring a tangible taste to both our
Lips.


I need
My Meridians!
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