This Constructed Concurrency
This constructed concurrency
Was forced by his magical hands
To draw a line through a point
Where it wasn’t meant to pass
A new concept brings us full circle
And the lines disintegrate
Within my feeble grip
This game of geometry proves
That I am asymmetrical
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