In one world
there is a desire for two.
In one, the world of creation, expression,
thought, the real world of artifices.
And only an hour here
has driven wanting for that other:
another world, one fully alive,
at all times so well alive,
vestigial, but which couldn't be noticed.
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Near the great rousing noise of kin crowing over shared humanity, I swole in one and thought of the second, thunk thoughtfully and with pull.
You, as well as this - as integral to this, are something that I can always look forward to.


