We are not twins, we are lovers
Born out of each other, borne within us
A common flame parted into two
As if singularity is two; but is no duality.
We are not the contradictions, that we seem to be
As we dispersed to make everyone free
You are my receptacle as I am yours
Only eternity knows that these two building blocks
will fit into each other like magnificent magic miracle Lego
I always breathe the purity of the dispersing and seeking
because it makes the impurity that parted us feel its worthlessness
Our flame was once united and surrealistic two, not materially
Yet we are not twins, but similitude of origin
Would you call Castor and Pollux twins, or lovers?
We have birthed our loved ones from the flesh of fire; not the water
that divided us. This time I became an unearthly earth
and you became fiery Earth. So, should I know our compound alienness
is only a matter of divining the measures between us!
As if we are replete with the secret sacred knowledge
that I am forever yours and you are forever mine
despite all the scum that strives to keep us perennially apart!
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