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My other mother

Posted to Poetry




limits lay the lines
of logic, oh hail time
immemorial
the other's touch,
constitutive
in the ways of mother.
that enemy eye
i hold to mine
in synergetic dystopia
that all the Other
for me to build
my own mother's
utopia

the other distorts through pane
all logic of the name
myself and you all here and there
trapped in the strategy of our game
played together, zero sum
without our devils there can be no hymn
no you no me no him no her, fractioned
we become identity