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Symmetry
it's been said that symmetry is the true mark of beauty you know eyes and ears even-keeled not lopsided
like scales that can't hold their weight evenly
it's simply that in symmetry we catch that glimpse of perfection balance aesthetics like a lunar twin pasted on a lake or a good cigar burn it's about arriving at 8:08 on Monday to one's cubicle: a box with decor a nice layout multiple axes the whole deal.
It's the recollection of catching first glimpse of our geometry teacher in tenth grade oh my it was her face, her face, one side of it dead as a sextuplet of roses wilting from the stroke that left her halved and the students demeaning her in their whispers
symmetry's the thing that makes us normal no, better than normal
it's the thing that leaves our head spinning in circles |
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