codiverge

[Lumiere]

in our caves of separance
we follow stones left by the other
to small things growing in the dark:
rootless lianas

we lick the salt off the walls
as if to melt the difference,
but in sleep
crawl to corners:
magnets repelled by a wholeness alike;
a sister pull to some unwritten realm
where we would find ourselves
in halves
and bow our heads into the mandala of
fire and water

[PrinceMyshkin]

Wonderfully vivid and economical! I was left, at the end, wishing for more - but am deeply grateful for what there is. Thank you.