Pity the Partitions

Juxtaposing Emily Dickinson with Jean Genet's Un chant d'amour and its famous exchange of smoke.

I plucked at our Partition
As One should pry the Walls —
Between Himself — and Horror's Twin —
Within Opposing Cells —

I almost strove to clasp his Hand,
Such Luxury — it grew —
That as Myself — could pity Him —
Perhaps he — pitied me —

It is the reciprocal emotion — so near —

And so for day 2092
04.09.2012