Two Mirrors, Face to Face (The Crescent Moon Bookends)

In the Hall of Mirrors,

A reflection bounces 

And stretches out

Into an unfolding line to time.

Entwined in this is you

 my brother--

We are mirrors,

Each

 Reflecting 

To the other.

I am here even now

In some hospital room where 

It stinks of sepsis.

The dying-dream is inked.

 Brother,

I press the rag to your fevered-face

And tell you now (as a living memory),

"I've done my best to keep the cupboards clean,

And I've confessed my wrongdoings

So that I might pray with you tonight."

I pray, but never alone-

You are always with me.

Our hands press together like bookends.

I bring you tea.

Keep the mirror steady

And hold it to my nostrils.

I will do the same

For you.

Now remember, 

Just as we planned:

Reflect!

You say,

"There is only one G-d..."

Alpha

Omega

Alpha

Water

Alpha

Noun

Verb

Word

Alpha

X m(ark)s the spot

Woman

Man

Verb

Alpha

I say 

"That G-d has one son." 

You say,

"And we killed him."

I say,

"He was resurrected."

You say, "He will be back."

Ah,

He will be back!

Do you get it yet?

Until that day,

There's work to do.

We repeat

The Words

And reflect

Again.

Brother?

For now,

Let the mirror keep reflecting back

The same silver thread.

In the first person

Of the present tense

Of the verb "to be,"

Stand here in this room

With me.

We are twin crescent-moons

Dilating in unison:

One at the start;

One at the end.

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