every egg in this carton
is a twin
how strange
two yolks
nestled
within every shell
these days
who knows the decorum
superstition
or suspicion
a wink from the cosmos
or the fingerprints
of meddlesome corporate scientists
no wonder the people have lost where to put their awe
every day I returned
to the fridge
surely today will be the day
the facade cracks
the pattern breaks
but each new shell fractured --
twin yolks
clinging inseparable
inconvenient defiant
where now, your awe?
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