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Seeds Of Dichotomy Dwell As The Black Sea Swells
by Tom GossI.
When they bisected us at birth
they tore down these pillars of conscious intent
and tossed them into the interstellar void,
condemning us to free-float in the form
of two galactic turtle-shaped ghosts,
gliding thoughtlessly through the expansive cosmic debris.
II.
In the ancient tongue
of mother Universe
we sing for slings
to cushion our battered quantum limbs:
something soft like the dusty haze
of a youthful solar system or something simple
like cotton pressing against the invisible napes of our fully stretched necks.
III.
If only they had taken another route
and smashed our newborn foreheads together,
until we became one,
until we became one.
07/15/2010 Author's Note: Inspired by these:
Elizabeth
Stephan
Posted on 07/15/2010
Copyright © 2026 Tom Goss
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Stephan Anstey on 07/15/10 at 04:21 PM My only crit would be to remove the word '-shaped' and just have turtle-ghosts or ghostly turtles or something. :) Otherwise, I thoroughly enjoyed. I read it thrice and it's still quite nice. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/18/10 at 07:26 PM The beauty and violence of becoming one, one. Universal. Which is better? Having a companion or being one. Fantastic concept expertly expressed. |
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