Inside these asymmetric rhymes of mine,
there runs a straight line,
that my words seek,
but never find;
an asymptote chasing
after what’s inside my mind’s eye.

The content of that line
will stay unbeknownst
to everyone but I,
though I’ll do my best to try
to get you as close as I can
to stay true to that line.

Maybe I’ll see you there sometime,
as we inch infinitely closer,
outside of spacetime,
across the great divide,
where our truths somehow align,
through these asymptotic rhymes.