musings of a postscript programmer

How do I render my opinion
Dabs of ink on paper, for all to see--
Far better to avoid any particular resolution
That none could measure the flatness we know is there

I long to stroke your hair
That none may clip.
And how can we cap this,
The line that joins us?
I could not begin to define
With words--no dictionary holds
My thoughts--no translation
Is possible; I must show you

If I could get back all I had said,
I would put it all a different way...

Shall I compare thee to a bezier?

 buzzard