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TO THE BRIM

we hatched together

one heart, one
soul, an
item,
a commodity

up there, however,
the duality of the stars
belied as much
as bespoke
the mythology of twins

to ripple that perfection
to become the chimera
of one beautiful
sexual beast

let
afterwards

be so much
afterglow

it feels like
we are become hologram
that the Universe
has become hologram

and
despite the
sad reality that is
realization of distinctness,
separation, difference

we are, at least, common in
this
being absolutely soaked
through
each other
(with
and in)

full,
to the brim