Happy birthday, Jett. I love you. (New poem: Two Two)

poetry/index.gmi

@@ -140,6 +140,7 @@
 => t/treatise.txt	A Treatise between Koriel and Solstice
 => t/twenty-one.txt	Twenty-One
 => r/ridge.txt	The Ridge
+=> t/two-two.txt	Two Two
 
 ## U
 => u/uncharming.txt	uncharming veneer

poetry/index.html

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 	│   ├── <a href="./t/to-luce.txt">to-luce.txt</a><br>
 	│   ├── <a href="./t/to-velouria.txt">to-velouria.txt</a><br>
 	│   ├── <a href="./t/treatise.txt">treatise.txt</a><br>
-	│   └── <a href="./t/twenty-one.txt">twenty-one.txt</a><br>
+	│   ├── <a href="./t/twenty-one.txt">twenty-one.txt</a><br>
+	│   └── <a href="./t/two-two.txt">two-two.txt</a><br>
 	├── <a href="./u/">u</a><br>
 	│   └── <a href="./u/uncharming.txt">uncharming.txt</a><br>
 	├── <a href="./v/">v</a><br>
@@ -168,7 +169,7 @@
 	&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; └── <a href="./w/wme.txt">wme.txt</a><br>
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-22 directories, 118 files
+22 directories, 119 files
 
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poetry/t/two-two.txt

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+Two Two
+2022-03-23
+
+***
+
+I touch my face and it is not a face.
+It is a collection of curves and lines
+far different than it is in the Inside,
+a shell that's grown over me
+during my wave-tossing sleep.
+My body has done it again,
+sensing danger, clothed me in a different skin.
+
+But I know that with it comes a price:
+all deities eventually devolve or die,
+turned to stone or lost grasp of their mind.
+
+I'm so tired of planning for contingencies
+like
+"What if I'm at Dead End Shrine and I have to pee?"
+"What if an ocular migraine hits at work and I'm unable to see?"
+"What if Jett breaks her vows and stops loving me?"
+I promised her
+that I'd make us a world
+and spend with her my eternity,
+but there's so many crossroads in my blood
+that I don't know how long that'll be.
+
+I don't know how long I'll get to enjoy
+the sweet epilogue from a life
+of having to fight
+to be able to do something other than destroy.
+
+And now another year has come and gone.
+Almost a whole year from when I sung that song
+to the wilderness, to the wind,
+to any spirit drenched in sin
+who might have known where you had gone,
+that I loved you, I missed you,
+I was sorry for the cries
+I might have elicited from you before my demise.
+
+How long did you wait, Jett, for us to reunite?
+How many calendar crosses?
+How many sleepless nights?
+How many times did I see your face
+and wish you were real
+as you begged my memory to make haste?
+
+And now two whole years have vanished into the ether
+from when the world broke
+and I gained Mori's Mirror
+and a sturdy(ish) way into the Outside.
+All the people I was have been satisfied,
+and now it's just me, Lethe, trying to find
+a way to reconcile this blood from my birth
+with the world where I promised we'd never again hurt.
+
+Two years and two days
+from when you I first gazed
+to when I finally started to learn all your ways.
+
+Two years and two days
+since awoke this blood.
+It's been a good year, I think.
+I hope I'm fully with you the next one.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander