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Apr 2012
parallels.
two lines on a plain, ordinary sheet,
never going to meet.

angles.
two lines, set to a point.
met and split.

perpindicular,
oddity of sort.
not a parallel,
4 different angles,
often at 90 degrees...

life is a game of math...
two people who had never known one another cross,
at an intersection point, to go any direction,
finding a cooridnate,
a set time,
to have a date?
all alike, all acute
off in left field, and out of the scatter plot range
obtuse...

but if it fits just right,
and if "x" did mark a spot,
a right angle, a perfect fit.

but on paper,
seemingly easy.
but life-- 3 dimensional
ah, the love of geometry.

cube.
all right angles,
perfectly square.
sphere....
roll and rumble,
3.14 and other methods to find...
the value of pi.

so, a sphere on a cone...
i have been shown a sine
to give the little kids ice cream
and have the math,
which so basic, can be indirect--
the combat, wondering if the angles and the times are set,
im here, real-- forget the imaginary.
July 2010
Written by
April Hapner  F/Tennessee
(F/Tennessee)   
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