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Impossibility

She sometimes had the eyes
of futility, as though replete
with desire, a line that desperately
wanted parallel lines to meet.
He was impossible: impossibility
was him steeped in other plans,
playful, yet firm in keeping her at bay,
impossibility soon to find a home
countries away.
Reconciled to impossibility, she began
to see possibility, doing more good
for others, herself, than she otherwise would.
Her actions bore the vigor of his trace,
her compassion carried the vigor of his trace.
Grace saw as she slowly grew golden wheat,
and in harvesting did the parallel lines meet.

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