So the complex constructs fade,
As our twin exotic shadows,
Become our individual teachers
Their cries remembered, dark ghosts our vanished children,
Trembled so upon their abyss.
Too rich a blend of power and pain,
Searching in the night in vain.
But our so knowing fishes swam,
For something deeper quelled the maelstrom,
For already was the binding,
Valued more than simple rope.
They have seen the others weakness,
Honesty, pure love and lust.
Seen the beauty of the other, guarding now the mutual fire,
Guarding now our hearts desire.
Encased as so the corpse’s winding.