denying jesuits

two realms of being:
being you
being me
being me and you
three organisms
meet organisms meets
ah! joyce's silent death -
you claimed that
we were brough together
by mercy

but mercy is merciless. it is a mortal dancer in worn shoes on an iced floor. when that ice floor is hit by the intensive gleaming winter rays, the foundation cracks/breaks/falls/melts/crumbles beneath their feet. dropping without anywhere to land --

mercy beheads us,
two different minds
and
two difficult hearts
two spectrums of colors
and sometimes we
stream red, but
most of the time
we drain blue.

per aspera ad astra,
you'd say.

but be careful,
darling --
these thorns are deadly.