DIHEDRAL

for Cath

Although our faces correspond

like a Picasso with two sides,

an inseparable bond

whose sudden breach

of symmetry collides,

dividing each with each,

 

our once unsullied vaults 

incalculable riches

now bounded by our faults,

a measured line that stitches 

into an uneven waltz

 

childhood's seamless gifts,

the coming day's unwritten sphere

fraught suddenly with rifts

that seem to interfere

with its celestial sound- 

 

these vertices of heaven

only touch the ground,

the seductive flaws of Eden

that make our flat world round.