i am an equinox: half-day, half-night.
i am the river that splits in two.
i am the field overgrown with daisies.
i am the wishbone, always being pulled apart.
i am too much like this and not enough like that.
i am the hailstone that shatters when it hits the ground.
i am too much like that and not enough like this.
and if i stretch myself out any further,
i will split right down the middle.
one self will be like this and her hair will be tamed.
the other will be like that and her eyes will be dark.
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the veiled lady/hailstones between my teeth
Poetrythere is nothing out there there is nothing beyond this here this is it *** 12/16/23 first book of poetry there is nothing beyond