one's not half two. It's two are halves of one: <br />which halves reintegrating,shall occur <br />no death and any quantity;but than <br />all numerable mosts the actual more <br /> <br />minds ignorant of stern miraculous <br />this every truth-beware of heartless them <br />(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss; <br />or,sold the reason,they undream a dream) <br /> <br />one is the song which fiends and angels sing: <br />all murdering lies by mortals told make two. <br />Let liars wilt,repaying life they're loaned; <br />we(by a gift called dying born)must grow <br /> <br />deep in dark least ourselves remembering <br />love only rides his year. <br />All lose,whole find<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-s-not-half-two-it-s-two-are-halves-of-one/
