Two circles intersect. One breath divides. The center is a wound, Or an eye that never closes. Flesh and light, converging lines, The space between becomes divine. Union bleeds into separation, The birth canal of revelation. I see you — through the mirror’s split, You’re inside me — I’m inside it. Twin reflections, twisting tight, Love and absence, death and sight. Vesica Piscis — the fracture divine, I am the border where your soul meets mine. Between the circles, I find my place, A perfect divide, a sacred disgrace. Two suns eclipsed behind my mind, One shadow births the form of time. Through pain, through pulse, through trembling skin, I disappear — and begin again. Geometry of ache and awe, The overlap becomes the law. Breath and number, code and sin, Every ending folds within. The sacred wound won’t close or heal, It opens wider — the more I feel. I drown in symmetry’s disguise, Baptized in the blur of your eyes. Vesica Piscis — where order decays, I found my god in the negative space. Vesica Piscis — I can’t return, The closer I get, the more I burn.
