We are


      
       hemispheres complemented
       in Aristophanic duality, requiting
like breath

       cycles recycling life, an endless series
       of eternal singular seconds,
like love.

       Insights move in illuminated waves,
       uncoil: fragments of night rubbed out,
like crust

       from our eyes. The inside of my mouth
       – the space feels cavernous with miss,
like today.

      
      
      

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