one's nt half of two

one's not half two. 
It's two are halves of one:

which halves reintegrating,
shall occur no death
and any quantity;
but than all numerable mosts
the actual more

minds ignorant of stern miraculous

this every truth-
beware of heartless them

(given the scalpel,
they dissect a kiss;

or,sold the reason,
they undream a dream)

one is the song
which fiends and angels sing:

all murdering lies
by mortals told make two.

Let liars wilt,
repaying life they're loaned;

we(by a gift called dying born)
must grow

deep in dark
least ourselves remembering

love only rides his year.

  All lose,whole find

...........another of ma favorites 
by e.e.cummings

so deep n meaningful

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March 12, 2008 at 5:16 PM

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