Two people whose paths never cross—
Winning at the other’s loss.
One will find what the other’s lost
The latter catches what the former’s tossed.
Opposing poles, melt and frost,
attracting opposites, come with cost.
Two poles pointed at the same
So all comes crashing within the frame.
As the flame burns at both poles,
As the piecing of both souls,
The world between subsides to see
The destructing by, and of, I and thee.
Created: Dec 31, 2011tranggbanggx Document Media