by Richard Vince

Most days, the only parallel lines
Are those I check just before bed.
Someday, the ones in my imagination
Will be rendered in metal,
And I will finally have created
My own little world, an imaginary
Slice of a real one I never saw.


Posted on 01/29/2023
Copyright © 2023 Richard Vince

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