Kagamine

We stand,
distracted,
little marbles and rubies
of desert sand
hollowing out our stomachs.

A similar tear,
perhaps,
falls from our eyes.

Back to back,
we stand,
an arm's length through the Dream Mirror,
the strange scarlet Connection going unbroken.

The ground shifts beneath our feet,
and we go along with it, hesitantly,
two wines of completely different brands.

But still, these two human
beings are
of the same flavor,

diverging from the same path.

A similar tear.
Is shed.