Choosing Sides

I think,
when you pay attention,
you find

the brink of a divide:
half
of whose chasm

blasts about the orgasm
and the thunder
of the wonder;

half
bleats
a bleak blunt is-ness –

the solution to whose
business
incontrovertibly

suggests
a sweet releasing
death.

I wonder if you
choose sides,
every breath.

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