Divided
Separated by a window of two-way glass
Never seen, only heard
Crackling voice on an intercom, omnipresent and distant
Always divided
Only ever able watch, observe, catalog
Mirror pane disconnection, reflecting everything
A portcullis for the spirit
Dim fluorescents reveal matching attitudes
Paradigms intertwined yet unemulsified
Combing, scratching, clawing at the walls
Seeking in the dark vagueries for a switch
A toggle to evoke the light
To pierce the screen
Revealing what lies behind a guise of control
Rooms identical until filled
More alike than different
Yearning to receive the thousand crystal shards
Of a broken mirror
On the floor
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