All perpendicular lines intersect.
Because they cut through the curves of time.
Just as all curves never meet.
Because they are all points on a line.
Which have no meaning.
That's nothing.
I'm sitting on a stream that has no beginning.
And no be-ending.
A line like a razor on the edge of time.
Cutting through all the lines.
There is something you can hold on to.
But I'll never know what it is.
Distracted by curves, lines and points which don't exist.
I sit in darkness.
And listen with both of my ears.
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