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Life, to be sweet, must be cruel.
Does anyone know who I am?
Beyond cohesion, I am fool,
the other face of you in flam.
Martyr the flesh, awake at dawn,
Maharishi behind my song.
I am you, in hydrous Blouson.
Born of water, life is long.
Symmetrical waves, we are one.
I never weep but laugh and love.
Transparent light, the rays of sun,
like silken whispers, shine above.
The leaves turn over a dark soul.
The wind whispers a hidden script.
The love we hate, which keeps us whole,
is the killer when once it's tipped.
Mouths of acid burn the bitter,
eating innocence with a voice.
Night unglues and steals the glitter,
stamping "PAID" on its due invoice.
The dreaming delta, dancing deep,
the secret vertigo of verve,
is like a sentry of our sleep,
the silent echo of a curve.
And I am you, and you are me -
the movement of silk across the earth.
We share one face, though two we see,
like sky and moon are joined at birth.
Linda Marie Van Tassell
Copyright © 2000 K. Kianush, Art Arena