one's not half two.  It's two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating, shall occur
no death and any quantity; but than
all numerable moststhe actual more

minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth --- beware of heartless them
(given a scalpel, they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)

one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt, repaying life they're loaned;
we (by a gift called dying born) must grow

deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
				  All lose, whole find	




home, james