The shape of that whole is the key to Unity House.
John and Paul are perfect opposites,
the north and south of our internal compass:
John bones and angles, Paul luxuriant flesh;
John a tight mouth, Paul those liquid eyes;
reserve and eagerness, art and simple pleasure,
word-wit and curvaceous melodies.

They’re crossed by George, philosopher-lead guitarist,
apt to lose his head among the stars,
and Ringo, drummer, both feet on the ground.
(When George led them off to study in India,
Ringo left—he didn’t like the food.)