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The sieve of reality slipped again
and I crossed paths with them
exquisite handiworks of God
who call you daddy
and could have been spawns of my own womb

(sometimes I suspect
those cracks were deliberately put there
so that these “accidental” revelations
can devastate out hearts into growing up some)

if you ever tell them about love
I hope you tell them about ours

and it will be
a little private joke we will have played on destiny
to have the story of our souls
written in verse on a Möbius strip