Geometry by Ken Kesey

void-of-self-loathing:

If you draw a line
Precisely safe and parallel to mine,
We can sail together
Clear on past the stars
And never meet.
And since the holes between
These points of distant heat
Are deep and blind,
Sight a course for collision
And hang on tight!
…the precision of our loving
Is the lethal kind.

(via fuckyeahbeatniks)