Crossing the river
reflected and refracted
a dizzying rush of faces
float away, separate
come together ahead
how many faces do we wear
unknowing?
Strangers to ourselves
a dual camp
doubled and redoubled
Coming back,
i find you coming towards me
sleep splits and flees
cracking to day
where I stand alone
and my arm reaches out
to grab me
cracks my leg
till the sinews of self
stretch, tear, cut
at last I see you
face to face
and call you by name
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