TWO Poem by Toon Tellegen

Two people.
One is nice, the other is nicer.
One fishes up the truth,
the other fishes up the truth and wrings it out.
One hides, the other hides and is unfindable.
One falls, the other falls and gets up again and falls again.
One clings to the other,
the other clings to the one and scratches him, bites him,
takes him by the throat, doesn't let go.
One thinks of his beloved,
the other thinks of his beloved and of the world
and of the congruity of things and of St. Augustine
and of fires blazing high.
One is alone,
but as alone as the other
only a dog can be, in a kennel, pining away.