Beautiful illusion, this 
trying to juggle fire –
trading one ache for another.
Sun and moon withhold their light
and spend their time drinking instead.
Shoulders, steady and strong,
but cold, are small consolation
against the high-cliff dive
into welcome water.
When do heart and shadow
walk together? Does one see
the other? Would they dance
if they met?
Centrifugal encounter, the quest
for the peace of another
that renders only pieces
of another. No eye for eye,
tooth for tooth.
No. I and eye,
and tooth with tooth – grins
hiding smiles
hiding pain.
Beautiful encounter – when
our illusions become too illusory
even for themselves.
And shells crack.
And blood meets light.
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