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When I stare into you,
Slide the endoscope past that tonsillar pass,
I see reflections of myself
Cavorting with your inalterables,
An unholy union.
Soul mates, some say;
Soul twins, I aver,
Hatched from one imp-egg,
So aligned
That even our signatures match.
Prohibited from coordination
Lest we stir up pots of durant trouble,
Alike but adverse,
Inverse, almost,
Our views from the top of our shared cloven tower
Are diametric: I look upon pastures and gardens and woods,
You are mesmerized by mounds of gold.
I've tried to break off, break away and trek
To some desolate, unspoiled, verdant glen,
Turn my back on that cracked, insupportable tor,
Yet your whistles and hoots carry far, pierce the veils
Of serenity like a smack-tipped dart,
And--dog that I am who's trained to obey--
I trot on home.