Sometimes I think my mind is two lovers, or
lovers to be: linear and nonlinear
and they are meant for each other but nonlinear is
“playing hard to get”
she is so fast. She leaves pretzels and love knots as trails behind her
and linear stops to sort them out,
finally he comes to a point at the end of the line
and she’s so far ahead, twisty like a cadenza in two measures
wait what? hold on, let me rephrase…
but lines are one-dimensional, as he moves towards her
he’s overtaken but never overtakes
and the old line is simply
parallel.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment