Treasure Island

Michael Witkowski

(14 July 1973 / Berent)

Twin tism


bonds entwined
between two poles:
a sad pole,
a mirthful pole

the sad rubs off on the
joyful, the mirthful
colours the sad pole

a scintillating interaction
springs to life. in my eyes
the poles always stay
connected - like two
dissimilar twins.

but
kid myself not. these
work on electricity
a silent gleam of thunder
visible only to the
discerning eye.

alas:
.power cut! the ravishing
bolt fell flat. And so the twin
poles found each other no
more. sad but true. This i
observed with my cherished
companions.

Submitted: Thursday, January 06, 2005
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