If you blur your vision and squint,
while crossing your eyes
and your heart,
with all of the lights turned down,
he will appear for a few fractions of a second
and then slip out of phase.
To it, I am funny.
A curiosity. What do you want with me?
It has no name. I named it once in the past
and it was very unhappy about
the names I gave it.
Waking the morning after
reincorporation. The evening after
forced fusion
between the destroyer and the creator,
I am damaged.
I am not benevolent. I am violent
when joined with my other half.
Singly we are joyous,
together we are terminal.
It laughs, chuckles, or groans and coughs lightly
depending on what hits your ears as laughter.
"What do you want with me?" It laughs
and I squint and ask if anyone else
is in the room.
I have a shadow.
It is long and unkind.
Without it I am nothing.
Without us it is nothing.
I believe there are many like it.
Until I die, unfortunately
this one is mine.
