Binary System

I am twisted
downward into depression
every morning every step
as if driven by a screwdriver
gripped in a rough and artless hand
a half turn is given
for each pace he takes at my side
a full 360
on the stumbles, trips
drilled flush on the falls
the walk from car to schoolhouse
is a blessed light
dimmed, reddened and finally eclipsed
by a relentless disease that breeds in me
an unquenchable one
slow motion witness
day by day to the play of decay
as it lays waste the future
and atrophies hope
he weakens
I drunken
twin failures
like two stars in synchronous death-spiral orbits
we circle one another
the people on the world below
left to wait and wonder in fearful anticipation
who will first explode


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