Depth Within Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

A fact in spots sighted, detailing its picture of two twins, it's, it recalls sides viewed in slides, by each, to the other, doing both a deed, in acts captured, resides solely one; being a mere mirrored reflection: everywhere.

Friends, at each of their set tables, a did meal, eat, apart be seen, by baring this ordeal, its coexistence, no physical touching, between, fact them with the other, better than nothing; viewing of self: it seal this cross reality.

Bedroom done events, secrets, known by both it is, filled tiny spaces, to zoom them, therein, until any light is turned on, be complete, solid gloom; in total darkness: a friend.

Not any concern, had it either of, in it, taken it's a privacy, debate face to face, they, bad things, spoken others, lonely life sad, see themselves good, held in sequences; less joy: times.

Bathroom, sit frowning both not seen, to honk cry of, out peering, try both to clean self, put efforts rushed, holding it together, asks why, dry stool; released: before the flush.

Companions, only facing in front of the other, exist, they play at times, seen one in a glass mirror, both being reflections, one yield, this twin image, both sharing their actions, inside; being from the other: independent.