NO MORE

No more Pyramus & Thisbe – dichotomous not by the wall that separates their houses, or the ill will of godlike parents, instead poisoned by what has filled the aperture in the ancient stones with lies: the excrement of bruised egos. 

When the mulberry tree sees them once again, if ever, it will be either Thisbe or Pyramus sitting under its canopy, raging at the blade turned sting, burning black, not red – & no more. 

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