Division.
This is from writings of an unfinished accomplishment.
And it's a little origin myth poem.
People are divided because the finger
God named one was lonely.
So he made for himself a brother like him named Other One.
Then they were both lonely.
So each made for himself for others all twins.
Then they were afraid that they would lose each other
and be lonely.
So they made for themselves two hands to hold them together.
But the hands drifted apart.
So they made for the hands two arms.
They said between two arms, there is always a heart.
And the heart will be for us all.
But the heart between them beat two ways already
for whoever was to come, for whoever
would come after one by one.