The Golden Youth and Kloptikon

The Golden Youth looked down and found
what he did not know was a Kloptikon.
Kloptikon looked up and thought he’d

found his mother. Each experienced
the Other. Neither knew who either was.
And yet they liked the buzz that they began

to feel as each experienced the reeling
of connecting through their eyes: revealing
the surprise of seeing something more alive

than either had before encountered.
Care surmounted curiosity and turned
to empathy which cavalcaded into love –

until their destiny required that they part like
hand from glove – return to their respective
fairy tales. Somehow they’d each leaked out

of Chapter Three in different books. Ah,
but they’d exchanged those looks! The stories
they went back to would not stay the same.

Happy endings had been stained. Thanks
to Kloptikon and Golden Youth, two fictions
had been hopped upon: now told the truth.


 
 
 
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