I have seen Incongruity win When people love Parallelism disappears Meeting point to come I live in love anger In parallelism I dwell I wish parallelism exists Euclid to fail Meeting point to come Lobachevsky to win
Shadows are everywhere. Against corners, next to a pair of lovers, beneath my eyes, touching a thousand souls. Shadows tell tales of abandonment and emptiness tales of lust tales of exhaustion tales of misery and darkness. Shadows block out the light of happiness and holiness Light that left when the sun set on the stories of the lonely stories of the desired stories of the weary stories of the sad. Shadows bathe us in darkness hides us from hovering eyes so we can be alone so we can sin so we can rest so we can end.