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Should one of us die, the other
Will have two souls to keep —
His own and what was his brother
Saved from sleep.
For it is not only love,
That for one another we feel;
But a strange, a strange identity-
Like spokes of the same wheel!
- THE ORACLE
THE world is malleable," you said
And like a young god passing by
Who with large gesture carelessly
Raises to life one who is dead.
That royal oracle sets free
The old sweet reckless powers of chance,
And lifts from lovely circumstance
The monolith of destiny.
"The world is malleable" you said,
"And its horizons still are blue."
Oh subtle heart, oh crafty head!
I take the hint and follow you!
