Linear To (Too) Circular

In this life so linear

From Birth to Death

(Not counting Re-Birth)

What (or Who?)

Lies between

Us and Them?

Who are We?

Who isn’t They?

Where does Good turn into Evil?

(Is the line faded from the crossing?)

Does Negative turn to

Positive at the point of Zero?

(Can Zero choose?)

Between Up and Down

Between In and Out

(Depending on where you stand)

Between Darkness and Light

Between Blackness and White

Lies all the Grey of the in-between

(Majority Rule?)

From Man and Men

To Woman and Women

Is there a middle point?

Where does one become the other?

(Or both?)

What about circular rhythms

And cyclical patterns

That bleed, one into the other?

What about

Sweetness

Sourness

(Yes, Sweet & Sour)

Saltiness

(Like Tears that come from)

Bitterness

(Yet, in-between, Bitter-Sweet)

Or Red

Orange

Yellow

Green

Blue

(No, Indigo, no imbalance)

Purple

(No, Violet, not even a flower)

Though many flowers

Blossom and die

In linear fashion

(In a single year)

Some are also

Born again

Perennially

(Annually repeating)

But where is that line

That point

Where Annual

Became

Perennial?

Teach me

O, flowers

That I might live

Forever

But the flowers

Shy

And die

Thus, so must I