To quote Christina Siclari, I have so much on my mind but nothing to say.
It was so awesome when I was sure of myself and what I was doing. It was so awesome when I knew exactly what I wanted and the issue was how to get and keep it. It's not so awesome (now) that I'm getting more than I asked for and the issue is knowing exactly what I want.
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Of, relating to,
or designating two
(or more)
straight
coplanar
lines
that do not intersect.
We pair are parallel.
Perfectly identical but for
latitude and longitude.
Parallel, we pair-possess
parabolic coincidence,
plotted point-by-point and
passionately symmetrical.
We pair are parallel as
strings stretched taut on
a loom with infinite points.
On a loom with infinite points,
there exist
infinite chances to collide.
Or perhaps to be pushed
together to touch by the
lassitude of the old tapestry-maker’s
calloused, incidental hands
-hard as calculus-
Brown feet in sandals,
if I had known you sooner,
you would remind me of Jesus:
Incomparable except by
natural imitation or
cosmic equation
You=x+2 I=x-2. Parallel.