your mate

i found your mate
i cried
hands raised up
to the sky

but i was hollering
to the past
to a fleeting moment
that wouldn’t last

right
i called again
your left
he is my friend

then down
from light on high
came a voice
then what to you am i

my friend as well
he begins good things
i called up to tell
and you end them

if you lived further south
and faced the other way
the corners of your mouth
would have the opposite to say

he and i are comutual
we each end
she said quite parenthetical
what the other beginned

i looked to the moon
crescent thin
finally understood her croon
and to the sky i grinned

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About Brad Werner

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