Take this crown
no bigger than a bread
bowl.  Take this sword 
forged deep in the bowels
of negative space. Turn 

your business
inward.  Reflect on your 
better half, the bruises 
of your bitter wings, the simple 
fact that you're not the same

nobody you used to be.  Unwrap
the bandages & see the woman
inside the man in the lapis breast-
plate as the ladyfaced snakes
coil still closer to the heart

of precious stone.  Tadasana
astride the demon's back,
a foot on each black throat.
Asunder & ununderstood
two halves make a whole 
lot of noise.

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