where is the middle ground?

where does it lie?

would it be an arithmetic blend?

an equidistant equation?

a homogeneous mixture of everything?

an amorphous dough of ground meat?

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where is the middle ground?

the thing that links us?

an encounter of halves?

a sliced piece of wholes?

a strand of hair?

lines that weave the dots of “us”?

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where is the middle ground?

where is the point of equilibrium?

where is the just measure?

where is the distance between “you” and “me”?

where is the vital space that gives us life?

where is the math that allows us to live?

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neither I, nor you

only me, only you

with me, with you

without me, with you

with you, without me

us, alone, without maths

you choose my heaviness

and I, your lightness

you get roots

and I, cherry flowers

you ease the pain in my back

and I, implode your head

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