the double isn’t
a separated whole—
two systems
in a single body—
the double divides itself
in the judgment of the observer
but remains unitary—
I place a distorted shape
before the eye—
I remain
unto myself—
neither is the observer divided
nor am I divided—
we stay
as we are—
all that is doubled
is shadow—
if shadow can be said
to be divided—
Fyodor was too easy on us—
rather than pushed or pulled,
we push or pull—
we carry the long string that severs…
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