Wednesday, 9. March 2005
How the World Split in Two ~ Moniza Alvi
Was it widthways or lengthways,
a quarrel with the equator?
Did the rawness of the inside sparkle?
Only this is true: there was an arm on one side and a hand on the other, a thought on one side and a hush on the other.
And a luminous tear carried on the back of a beetle went backwards and forwards from one side to the other.
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