There’s two of me







of me







of me
We work at different
Tides
Never together but
always so
The Tides change
rapidly.

Somehow I know
when I am one
Which is Never –
I’m always Two.

We live far apart
and unspeakably





close.
And we work at
different Tides.

I don’t know
what happens
When the Tide is not mine
For I take my body as well.
It’s funny – the black





with flashes of light





and faces that can





never have names.

This is what I see when the Tide
is not mine.

I fall asleep as me
and sleep for days
And the Tides may change
but I lack a way to






wake up.




And when I do
the shoes I’m wearing
are not really mine





and my body bears
marks that weren’t






there.

There’s two of me







of me







of me
We work at different
Tides
Never together but
always so
And the Tides change
rapidly.