04-03-2016, 05:39 AM
We live in twos
and I am by Myself, centre of the dichotomy.
(The left is Grave, the right is Brave.)
I can feel my head splitting open
if I run my fingers along the scalp.
It's tearing apart like two halves of an orange
in a farmer's strong and mud-stained hands
(- almost a bloody Negro, his wife jokes in bed,
with my head in two halves on the dressing-table).
- Two is the union of spirits,
jokes the barman as he mixes whiskey and scotch.
and I am by Myself, centre of the dichotomy.
(The left is Grave, the right is Brave.)
I can feel my head splitting open
if I run my fingers along the scalp.
It's tearing apart like two halves of an orange
in a farmer's strong and mud-stained hands
(- almost a bloody Negro, his wife jokes in bed,
with my head in two halves on the dressing-table).
- Two is the union of spirits,
jokes the barman as he mixes whiskey and scotch.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe