It may seem that we are of one mind,
that we should be in congruence,
each with the other,a community
of commonalty,of caring,and yet,
as the circle enlarges as it is bound to do,
this cord of agreement,
this chord of harmony,
this accordion of Hoyle
might stretch, might squeeze
beyond the box of memory
of the way it was.
That is the way of it,
the way of time,
the weigh of balances,
the weight of ideas.
Ideas are voracious.
They feast on the way of it,
the way it once was,
the way it might be,
how we measured, how we weighed
our place in the universe,
the weight of ideas
and our accepted accords,
the chords of our communal choir,
the stretching and the reaching
beyond the everchanging
way of it.
