He and She,
a cute looking couplet.

I wonder why they were
divided in the first place.

I wonder if this is a cycle;
If he, with time, is me once more.

I don't want to traverse circles
because the curves are so curious and,

The cat is dead,
and in my dreams he's screaming.

Why can't I write without wondering
why she's a bird, and to where she's flown?

The old man murderer
with his own young face crying behind him.

what is relevance?