Some time ago,
a cross eyed man stopped in the middle of the street,
glancing at his watch he realized it was high noon but the sun
was nowhere to be found.
he looked down and saw
streams of parallel lines;
again he looked down,
and again the lines ran with each other.
horns blared, traffic was stopped.
in the middle of the land stood a middle aged man
staring at the ground.
these lines mapped the sun
as the cross eyed man stopped and stared
at the cross walk.
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