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written by: Sofia Kioroglou
As wide asunder from pole to pole
My Eastern and your Western
in jarring disjuncture I am breaking
laying to rest the yawning divide.
East is East and West is West
and never the twain shall meet.
In dissonant chords and yodeling voices
My North I cede to your South.
The ice cracked open
melting our hemispheres' differences
into oblivion, engulfed eternally
in an ocean of seamless convergence