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When Parallel Lines Meet

OK then, it’s really a postulate Which means that it cannot be proven Instead is, now this you may rue, Just fact that’s “supposed” to be true. But let my math brain try to formulate If right, then what sense can be woven? Ideas that wind up emerging are Quite new though they may be of interest. It seems that Euclidean rules Are not really much more than tools And Spherical theorems like caviar Can make your mind spin like a tourist. In this foreign landscape the rules say that Straight lines cross, their birthright declaring And claim to be all parallel Which seems to me some kind of hell With no by your leave, waiting turn to bat They touch more than once without caring. With straights now curvaceously singular They too now can play with each other Great circles that can’t go alone Propinquity so overblown Might kinkiness turn them all angular? Or sameness make them ask why bother? Brian Johnston February 6, 2016

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