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mirror mirror on the wall i bow to you and hear your call

Posted to Poetry

i see my beloved brother
as i once clung

i whisper encourage shout
plead beg
"uncling my brother"

but on me is not
his attention directed
lest he lose his grip

should i
pull grab the crowbar the dynamite
i wonder

then my attention
focuses on
my own grip

and i let go
of wanting him
to stop clinging