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I am the child disorganized
A duality of being,
a dichotomy of lives
in a dialogue of truthful lies
I am sexless as she and fertile as death
fecund as decay and as withering as blossom
I am
incompatible with myself
a shadow cast by no one
one life lived in plural
a collection of nothing
I am content and awed, isolated and appalled
tooth tail and claw, tongue flicker eye roll rib raising sigh moan and squall

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I am here for the taking,
yet intangible,
even my matter avoids grasp, not least my meaning
I am lonely, spine-cradle-less, unsupported
yet suspended by tendrils of hope and growth
a star burst in the canopy.