Two entangled poems are we
Distant
But aligned
Gathering momentum
As we run side by side
In separate branches of time
But forever tied
By theories of
Strings that wind
Into spiderwebs entwined
An orchestrated symphony
Of Nerve fiber endings
Ill-defined
But raw and reaching
Across a continuum to climb
Two vocal chords
Who never touch
But the arias that bear their fruits
Infuse the neural endings
Of a shared mind