The Brothers
By Vartan Babayan

As early as i can remember
we were planets, roaring in our orbits.
Twisting and turning and circling,
only to find each other where we started.
Who were we then, and who are we now?

First, fighting like warriors for our
imagined kingdoms, discovering
love, fears, and each other.
We were breaking down walls and growing apart;
separate, yet entwined, in this sane machinery.

All of that is now different,
but we are still searching for answers.
Together, climbing the tallest and furthest peak,
we fall through the whistling polyphony of the wind,
prying open locked carcasses,
breathing hash dreams,
blowing our minds, a day at a time.

You and I both found nothing under this rock.
Forget your escapes, the wooden ladders, and torches;
no hill, no mountain, no ashes
will ever free you.

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