By Ruby in the Dust
Date: 2 March 2000
THE SOULMATE
You think you see it. It's in him, shimmering,
and it makes the World ripple. You approach and
it retracts, you dig for it and you bloody your
Fingers in him. Your Eyes tear, your Flesh tears
you are like a Fox frantic but it's not there.
As you leave the Carcass melting into the Tar,
as you dance away from the encroaching Blanket
of Ants you realize that your Soul has no Mate,
like a Mirror has no Reflection, like the Sky,
the endless, merciless blank blue Heat of Heaven,
finds no Twin in the Face of the Sea.
And then, in the distance, you see a glimmer.
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