nucleus

we say the same words
arranged in different plays
because we’re mirrored reflections
of all of our helplessly wounded ways
assemblies unified in second handed waves
seamlessly stitched in varying degrees of afraid
internal infernos collide and burn the very soul of our art
discernible fires ultimately visible from the start
each of us a quandary of chaos scored in a master class
ingenuity coded into our hexagonal helix hearts

and with all the will of the universe,
even sun beams couldn’t tear us apart.