Written by the Left Hand

Means something grows equal
An equation is coming into being
Parallel lines move off into infinity
And at the vanishing point
It is our contention that things meet

It means when the rich stop lying
To the poor we can talk about politics
It means the end of violence
Can’t begin with violence
It means greed is the flower of death

It means that logarithmic spirals
Begin in black holes
Where the sunflower and seashell
Are repeated into quintessence
And the cosmos enters its fifth element

It means my left brain
Is connected to my right heart
It means my right hemisphere
Creates its own reality
It means I offer what is whole