poem an almost twice today

GOD! GOOD!

Each of us carrying off the other

like a thief in the belly of the night

and in the morning we find the thing

we stole and had stolen was the same

so like mirrors reflecting themselves

we grow darker as each reflection compounds

and by stealing we have made the thing

more solid still.

Perhaps alone we may have called it

into being but only together could

such a thing survive.