Day 28 venn

 The venn


The venn diagram of us interacts 

Not so much intersects

 as breaks their bubbles and swallows up


When we're cold, the barriers immutable 

Are solid


You know the magic trick where the rings interlap

That’s us that’s us 

That’s us


Unless it can be proved that 

We are not

And the rings fall apart


The venn diagram of us interacts 

Two become trefoil

Or some rough alchemy


You know the new leaf

That is three in one.

From two


That’s us that’s us

You know the lonely petals.


That’s us too

We have likes in common

But we also have hatred


This is where your worst behaviour.

Seeps into and joins into the best of mine.

Reverse it . Make it thoughts.

Make it colours


For too long we've been subset

Facing subset.

Allowing statistics to map 

And to define geometry,

Laying out

The diagram of us 




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