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Over to You…

The parallel is,
The most frightening, of shapes…
A thing never meeting,
Itself in another…

It is the shape of envy,
Over yard fences.
It is the shape of you,
In the eyes of another…

It’s as simple, as it’s cruel.
It’s the difference,
Which, believe me,
I did not make,

Between me and you…

It is the gift made,
of genius to fools…
It is the only thing,
I can do if only,
To come back…to…

Breaking this universe,
if just for a second, or two…
Crossing over…
Becoming, you…