nemesis like twins tied

by an umbilical cord.

snap. but it cuts both ways,

thus silence.

then the heavy breathing

when one sees a way out –

and the tug, pull means certain

death when a twin screams. yonder.

what is that?

mumbles, faint gestures

could mean anything.

and a panicked swimmer

grasps at anything.

cut it off. this cord, me and you

don’t belong.

then heaven gave hope

hell gave a lie

but when the disciple has no sense,

it matters not.

a devil’s mistake, a human folly

it cuts both ways

when a spell is broken

with one yawning away –

just a dream.

and i hate to tear off this illusion

or mask.

labels are funny.

they don’t discern.

unlike spirits

sensing – i see ya.

then flesh swallows.

not anymore.

then spirit stays silent

when a heart follows the sound of voices

so keen.

it’s –

the footprints looked back,

and as always: you’re the story teller,

so tell me

do you like this story?