TWIN-SPECIES
As if separated at birth, we are twins from a land
where no borders exist, where air is the essence
of everything and where - solids be damned -
there is nothing to grasp or to handle. The
blue sky, we later realize, goes on within us.
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If comedy could be termed a factor in what this
world is, I'd be laughing still. As it is, the only
blanket that keeps me warm is the sad blanket
of sorrow; and we are twins, from a land
where no borders exist.
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