it...just...wont...stop

A confluence of city-states

“Dig it out for yourselves.”

                                    - Spartan response to an envoy requesting earth and water for Xerxes I

In truth,

Lacedaemon wells cry echoes

loudly as Athenian chasms.

Replicated experiments yield

same results

when time tested--

arms

crucified on beams of air

tear as wildly as bones

if flicked from balance.

Binaries merge,

conjoin.

Like malformed womb spittle

with odd numbered limbs

to a single heart

that vibrates

in ecstatic rebellion

of death sucking away

rhythm.

Convergence?

Just thick as clay.

Unmeshed as derisive gods

to fist shaking humans.

Walls packed

with such hesitant mortar

funnel all too well.