One and one make two; two pauses are a tension;
A monologue is far from few
Companions in absentia.
One and one make two; two monologues are a dialogue
Like prongs of a divining rod:
Alike, apart, askew.
Though two and two make four, one dialogue is a foursome,
Identities and distortion
Engulfing more and more.
This whole of one on one, dismembered by the subtle,
Recouples as a multiple —
The speed of light, the sun
Whose coruscations ricochet
And fall into a sylloge,
And soloists impersonate
Them far beyond soliloquy
Transmitted to infinity
Encompassing a phrase;
Continued life is mimicry:
A sound, a wave, a phase.
Sylloge – (Pronounced SIL-a-jee) A collection or compendium.