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Horizontal connections,

Vertical stems,

Through life’s imperfections

Be straight to the end.

The way of a man

Is an intricate puzzle.

You can do what you can,

Or do what you must.

While the planet is turning,

Sun-dials want no repair.

A child put in corner

Is a man in despair.

Silence and voices

Form parallel lines.

Everyday choices

Form our lives.

If parallel feelings

Suddenly cross,

She becomes his

And he becomes hers.

A decision to part,

Perpendicular turn,

Draws a line on the heart,

Gives a lesson to learn.

It is all in the lines

Of your palms to be read.

Communion wine,

Communion bread.

The Da Vinci in you,

Madonna or Jesus —

You must get a clue

What your own stem is.

Your destiny waits

For you to fulfill it.

Unholy saints

Roll down the hill.

Vertical climbs

And falls are what counts,

And so are the lines

Of Sermon on the Mount.