Monday, November 24, 2014

The Number Two is made from Ones (edit 2)



The Number Two is made from Ones

 

Impassable barriers are what they
are because we see
two banks
Because we see the walkable bridge
But there are no banks
No stairs to claim
Merely two shores and
a path we know to create.


Who can tell?


The finger points, but nothing is there.
The curtain pulls back to reveal the cement wall
The lights shine to show waning towards a distance.
The box was empty all along


We realized
after a thorough investigation of every side,
of every crevice,

top meets bottom
but fails to bond as one and the same.
The inside was one side of
the molecularly dense ball.

Destination of comparison
My other that is I
We are two for one
indivisible, numerically deified,
inarticulate.

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