Or is this a matter of physics? Never the parallel line shall meet?
Morally, I favor tapas. As in tapas salad. What is that, you ask. Small dishes added together until the color wheel spins. The mouth is no longer morally responsible. Yet gleeful. Tonight I will scrutinize the intersection of tapas salads with the prose poem. Will keep all findings to myself.
Brazen 9
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concentricity, for example:
subtle deposits of linear circles
does she?
or doesn't she
dance around the impermanent
rain precedes hope
makes it possible
to straddle the dais