Two chiral figures stand opposed
divided by a heavy moment,
hands clasped to keep one another in place;
white craters consuming the digits,
tapering off to olive arms
that too quickly sink beneath tufts of fabric.

Though their pose is static,
their faces tremble;
the unseen weight within
grinding against them,
excavating the innocence left
of the husks they’ve since become.

A discernible history revealed,
with careful examination,
exhaustion of the senses,
sacrificed for lucidity,
acceptance.

It- emerges from the void,
like a fluke over the stern;
not even the depths,
a simple hint of the darkness,
where all things find their origin.

Two chiral figures
opposed
forever.