A door to the far side of the world

Sidle through, the door jammed
To that narrowing perspective


Where if you leave or if you stay amounts
To two scraped arcs
Worn into the boards
Never touching but
Almost the same


In a curving universe, the mathematicians say
All parallel lines will eventually meet


But it seems, this exit
Will only ever go one way

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