Point
POINT
Against this concept you should be on your guard.
A point is exact uncompromising, harsh, hard:
It has no doubt, it is unforgiving, without ruth:
It is black and white, it is unsubtle truth.
It marks the separation of sentences with impunity;
It separates numbers greater or less than unity.
No size, no dimension - a dot.
No room for doubt, manoeuvre not.
It is the compass needle showing correct direction,
It is the clock hand with timed perfection.
This point is where you live your life in space.
This point is the now of your life’s race.
It is the index-finger pointing rudely at you or me,
It is the tip of the rapier you cannot see:
It is the difference between IS and ISN’T,
Between oblivion and existence.
This point is the main one, not some other -
It is is where you say ‘this far and no further’.
It is your limit, the calculus of being tolerant.
Be on your guard, this point is important.
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