Vesica Pisces

by Daniel   Apr 8, 2019


Crosses and arrows.
X's and O's.

Ours is the space
between the circles;

wholeness
masquerading

as

two.

We are shy in
its brevity.

You hold the sun
on the tip of your tongue,
I swallow the moon,

We are motionless
in its gravity;

oneness
masquerading

as

you.

O's and X's.
Arrows and crosses.

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  • 1 day ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Congratulations on this deserved win, Daniel.

    All the very best

    • 1 day ago

      by Daniel

      Thanks Ben! All the best to you and yours :)

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