convex // concave

June 20, 2016
by C
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poetry

Our eyes seeing the same, our ears hearing the same,
Our touch making and unmaking the same world.

Not one, divided in two, not two, united in one:
The second I, so that I may be conscious of myself.

from Father Ch., Many Years Later, Czeslaw Milosz

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