Twin Poem by Alex Rosak

Upon first reflection, in our watertight cocoon
I find myself cell-mated with another being who
feels also the fresh beating breath of what shall soon
add to the number of the come-to-Earth new;

most at first stages of sapling branches young growth
witness alone the bud of each new flower
but the lucky chance of the mirror-image split
reveals the secret of the human building-block tower;

beat is matched by beat, breath echoes breath,
growing entwined our two sapling trees
shall thrive with equal rain, sun and blood
until the reaper's scythe falls on a still not severing death;

so it is now that release will set us free,
Destiny's shine lights the road to exposition,
two single novice cries herald our natal day
and Earth's cyclically renewing imposition.