We should see all the problems of perspective. Mathematicians who are at the junction of our two distinct lines. Because parallel means you get to touch, you get to move constantly towards or away. We should see the point or, if the boundaries of our bodies propose otherwise, we should see ourselves, at least. O painter! How do I say what I mean? We are small in the small house, unable to see one another in the small pupils of our eyes. I want to see the verve in your crystal humor. You walk into the room and I forget everyone else. We should see clearly in case the middle falls out of the diagrams of one another we hold in the diminishing openings of our hearts. See, there is a third diagram of a single heart containing us both. The exclusive one, two, three. The better to understand you with. The way we tend and converge. Let me be a tower a little farther within or an unremarkable highway you commit to memory. I can see so much from here between two mirrors placed opposite to each other. I say we should see the loadstone. We are like it floating in the atmosphere.
