Twinned

Nov 17, 2024
1 min read

The story was beautiful

Tragic comfort in meaning

I played my part just so

yet lived

If you walk past the end of history

you end up off script

What then?

Freedom

I suppose

Heavy as the sky and just as endless

Twin seas

Crashing against their Janus shores

Are all men born twice?

Equally beautiful, Equally bloody

As always

Without consent

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