Sunday, September 30, 2007 | 5:07 AM

Like Anasi's sons, there used to be just one.

But he went off and break that old lady's favourite garden ornament
for fun

and he got split into two.



Sometime along in the past,

I must have done something (wrong perhaps?)

and got splinched off.



And left some part of me in the past.

While the remainder continued moving on, scarce

noticing.




And like Fat Charlie and Spider,

one day, there will be two of me,

each of us will grown into someone whole.



The other me

happily living in the past,

in my stead



And I,

live the present

to its deserved fullest.

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