Ampersand
Has no sound except what a Canadian might tag on
To a sentence, yet stands there proud upon the page
As a standup base, an odalisque of another century,
Shapely and inviting, dark curvature drawing us in.
The two apertures may be portals to the two worlds
Nagual or tonal, which is upper and which is lower,
Yet the tails lead off in different directions, perhaps
The dualism we fought against will not die so easily,
Now we are left with nothing but the empty spaces
Within those erotic openings, no way to decide, so
We can only stand, reach behind the veil for some
Word forms, please tell us it is both and both and.
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