• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 12

Deconstruction

The differences cover
the common ground
like a mask,
like a hammer and chisel
splitting the skeletons,
creating artificial divisions—
neither half is willing
to bear the cost
of a bridge—

Should we tunnel to freedom?
can we dig deep enough
beneath the years of debris,
the lines incised
as boundaries,
to reach the bones?

underneath

each body
looks exactly

the same

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