Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Fragments for a windowpane (First Act)

I. Did we who did and were and not

In the beginning,                          
no thing.

A slip of light divides the darkness.

I emerge                                           
you do.

There would be a dog,
a third,
a fourth,                        

death                                     and water. 

Everything  invented.


II.  (One is not one for one but two)

Of course it was a love story.  They always are.

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