life always came in twos two hands, two feet, two eyes two lovers, two houses, no home let's call this divinity in its purest sense two wooden deities to come home to two cathedrals to worship a father in one, a savior in the other let's call this a crusade let's burn all inhibitions and set the world as it should be on fire let's call this a calamity when the ceiling leaks from summer rain let's seek refuge in the walls of another let's live in twos let's call this fate let's call being torn - destiny let's call this drought a blessing let's love backwards in between abandoned castles and rotten citadels let's call living between two creators the natural order of the world as we know it let's look to where the sun rises and sun sets let's forgive the world for being in twos let's forgive this covenant and make one of our own let us accept this cosmic symmetry we are not halves but whole too.
written for/during creative writing class, based on the painting "christina's world" by andrew wyeth.