The Unified Field

An endless line cast to a curve in the pearling dark 
Allows the universal light. They, wending together, 
Found and are divinity. All turning is eternity, stark 
Vacuum of nothing but the echo or the gusting heather 
Of energy. There, beyond, is the mind’s fine tether 
That we cannot drop abroad in a meadow where a lark 
Rises to warble and trill. We cast our linear wishing 
Along the imperial curve, but straighten it to fit 
Lines of the parallax whose points are the nearby sun 
Of our envisioning. If the two become one, swishing 
The void and starring it, they are the endless One, 
Infinitesimally then drawn into the infinite heat, 
The circling Alpha and Omega, the decimal One.