How can you tell
which twin entwined you
in a dance of desperate hope?
How can you know
which side is up when down?
How is the beauty
of a sunrise splendid,
when all you see is streaks of grey
cleave through a granite sky?
Through all the hows and whys and wherefores,
through all the wheres and whos and whens,
you get a sense of jovial surrender –
a comfortable view while sitting on the fence.