XIV. Treading the Moebius Strip   You married me the day your son was born; And you divorced me on your wedding day. The fabric of our love was torn Like the flag of an unwanted country Before we reached a second election. When wheels spin too fast, the direction Seems reversed; so it was with us. Married before we met again, trust Us to divorce before as well. We thought, two years, we could set back the sun, Turn time's course leftward, but we fell Against the wheel, caught in it, and we spun Ourselves apart—thrown our separate ways. It was a fool's endeavor, but deserving praise.