Paths and Joints

In the dark Devioded of fur and feathers Bare and born As really we once were Like our conservative jungle cousins Same as sesame twins I am black and bony You purple and plumpy Save for what we know and we will Those we’ve heard and clear still Those we’ve seen yet in sight Where we’ve been and the beckoning light This day surety Hope grilled with fears of the next And the sweet-bitter of the yesters Within and around these we diverge Together in total we converge.