Apples

It was very musical though it was soundless.
everything in garden
and in the kite of your iris:
in the blue
of everything I see.

We are equals with all our inequalities.

We disremember that
and recapitulate ourselves
only in the distances between these bars
that separate us
between the spaces of others.

Our uniformity and our differences
evenly split us
in the apple of our eyes.