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| jo'b |
Give us then
the pleasure of the curve,
the smooth arc, the unbroken line,
the bend of the oval, the shape of the egg,
the flow of the day, the trajectory of our lives
as we orbit each other, innately in love with
our tangents and intersections, and with
the heft of original minds, sailing
through an empty, spiraling
universe, ever smaller,
no less complex,
on our glide
into the vanishing point.
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