Extremes Of Proximity Poem by MBJ Pancras

I wish to be the mid-point of a circle,
The circle may not meet the mid-point,
The mid-point cannot reach the circle.
Lines may pass through the mid-point,
And it may be mandatory if longed for affection,
And may be optional if ego lingers within,
Obligations and options are for all.

Goodness is cherished in proximity in goodness,
Affinity grows and flourishes to grow fragrant flowers,
Fruits grow and nourish the hearts,
If an arm suffers, two legs share the pain,
Agony turns joy in proximity in goodness,
Selflessness dwells in at home,
Sharing and caring add beauty to home,
No disguise shows; no gimmicks on roads,
Almost a paradise on earth with happy moments.

Badness is ripped in proximity in badness,
Hatred drains and consumes the root,
Fruits turn rot; leaves turn pale,
If an eye turns blind, the other celebrates the blindness,
Joy turns agony in proximity in badness,
Selfishness rolls in pleasure,
Coveting and preying rip the home,
Parading with disguise shows; repulsive storms at all corners,
It is a hellish chasm on earth with saddest moments.