Long and Threefold Creatures

I need the middle land
I need to meet there
my mirror or me
little difference

between the two
we’re all one, behind
fleshed-in fences

fires late in merging
fall in love with voices
first, then eyes
then philosophies
by then, I’m half eaten

filled with the breath
one with the other’s
in the still of a
deep well of nights

when one dreams infinitely
of sphinxes, of sirens
complaint of loneliness
falls finite