Like the universe is both curved and flat…: A poem

If I should pluck a star from the sky

And toss and turn it in my palm

That one act of selfishness could mean everyone should die!

If I have patience(‘s) and sublimeness’ card up the sleeve of my arm?!

Do you think the brave should be so much of a martyr

that he must be made to sacrifice his own mother and father?

Should you all think he deserves such slaughter?

I could have a story engraved in my bones

carved from my entrails in eternal stones

I am just tiptoeing this way and that;

thinking and feeling as blind as a bat

My ancestors bring me the knowledge of choices in a hat

And the horizon, then, seems both curved and flat!