Friday, July 5, 2013

TWO AS ONE, ONE AS TWO

Indivisible, inviolate, split, fragmented
What seems to me and you
Is that each time we attenuate
We reconstitute anew

When water is thrown against a mirror
The image blurs, blends, superimposes
In rending fluidly intractable beings
It, variegations conglomerates then disposes

Enclosed in the aureole of our cleaving
We marvel at benignant fate
How, since, the mirror has coalesced us
Our unison seems congealed off late

Though my image is mine yet you
And yours is yours yet mine
We rejoice in our singularities
Yet remain conjoined.

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