The middle part
between two parts.
Sometimes one is separated out of the other;
Sometimes they were always already effortlessly aligned
in parallel movements;
Sometimes they still clearly are one, the distance irrelevant.
The middle
inside one part
is the same as the middle between many parts.
It is incoherence that makes the unity, Leo says.
A rich forest. We separate into two out of a single egg.
The separation itself is the ardent mirror that binds the parts.
Some of them come in unequal pairs.
Like the right and the left arm
being put to different use. The middle is their difference.
It extends their reach from the split of the brain.
Their shape and the endings of their veins speak of their use.
Dina writes that fingernails are extensions of the sun’s rays.
And Daisy hands me ‘Time passes’ in a cup.
Here, please take this.
Time passes.
It is the time corridor that you can feel looking at leaves
A leaf is a square of both middles.
A leaf’s face is an autobiography.
When you see a leaf, you see a face and a profile,
you see the corridors that are passing through its face in real time.
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