75. ||SYMMETRY||

People ask me

Why aren't you dark like Him

Why don't you like butter

As He does

Why don't you wear yellow

When did love lose all meaning, Krishna?

I tell them

That it's love

Not apprenticeship

I don't have to learn your art

You don't learn mine

I love you, Krishna

You love me

But

We're not the same.

You make the music

I make the dance

You are the flautist

I'm the dancer

You like sugar in your tea

I just don't like tea.

We are not the same

Because it is important

That we're not.

We make the world together

That exists still

You're an asymmetrical tangent

I, a shapeless rhombus

Together

We make symmetry.

We're parts of a whole

The parts can't be the same.

Shapeless nothings we are

Fusing in one to make

Symmetry.