Tag: poems about language
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the asymptotic divide
Inside these asymmetric rhymes of mine, there runs a straight line, that my words seek, but never find; an asymptote chasing after what’s inside my mind’s eye. The content of that line will stay unbeknownst to everyone but I, though I’ll do my best to try to get you as close as I can to…
Allie Hutchison, PhD 