Split into Two

I try to look at the moon

Holding my finger up, I try to point at it

But I cannot ever look at the moon

For when I do, my finger always becomes two

And I cannot ever point at the moon 

For no matter how far I do, it always blurs its view

And I say, 

It is two 

It is always two

Me and You, 

Neither True

And so I hold out my hand I say, Let us dance in circles, 

Forever in never

But you sink, you say

"How whirl we in quagmire?

"Why spin we for ire?"

To hold on to the thread in-between 

Balancing our dimension and ours, 

The one that spins into three

And so we dance only us two,

And that thread it 

Twirls into me and around you

Sudden comes a wave, 

A crashing wave,

It splits our eyes into two, 

Eyes bleeding still I sing unto you, 

I say,

If we dance, if we dance 

Forever, 

For that moon,

We might just blur it, 

That clearest moon

And so we dance and we whirl

We look up to the moon

Never looking down from that moon

Our eye-gashes become sand as we do, 

A whirling spill,

Heaving skew, 

We stop in time, frozen in rock

They call us "The Brutal Mock," lost in dew

And the Moons, they show only their halves 

Pretending to be one

When in fact they are two