Forever never, yet completely together
Apart by stitching
Emotions, so many, yet few for two
Never two, not again
Yet separate still

Soul, souls, none but one
Spirits dance, physical trance
Where is the body,
Not the two for one mind
Yet still, not so

On the brink, one syllable away
Smart, scared, which or what halts
The good or bad end or beginning
So small by comparison, the body
Yet yearning as though ambrosia fed

How much better when already so
Oneness so far away, yet so close
By ignorance or by bliss
Maybe sickly sweet scared intelligence