Symmetry is an answer key –
kind, like a held hand.
But Love, go out and find for me –
in our infinity of mirrorlands,
some mathless magic in the sea –
a scientist’s anomaly.
Love, go make discoveries!
Write them in divine shorthand.
Find – but don’t bring back to me!
that sanctified asymmetry.
The matchless wing, the squareless root,
will die here in captivity.
Then – come back and lay with me –
show me what you’ve written down.
Fingers like a drunken bee
will trace an ‘up’ that needn’t ‘down’
and mate the palms of unlike hands
to pray like only difference can.
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Andy Havens 
This is wonderful, especially the ending.
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Excellent. From rime scheme on in.
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Really good. Reminds me of Nabokov. The poem in Pale Fire.
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I grabbed Pale Fire, thanks to your comment (and thanks FOR your comment, as well). I could probably have burned through it pretty quickly, but I’m giving it some good time and attention. It’s gorgeous, really. “As night unites the viewer and the view…”
“And so I pare my nails, and muse, and hear
Your steps upstairs, and all is right, my dear.”
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