On the windswept eve of overflow
rain creeps in the window
pulling steam through our lips
with its cold afterbirth.
A window is cracked
as we escape the breath of over-ripe rubbish
in the event of being seen we make seeing each other known.
Each eye speaks to its parallel counterpart:
“Don’t shy away from recognition.”
With difficulty,
bravery reaches past the simplicity of action
and we become more than just mirrors.
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