but not in the embryonic sense.
One fair, rounded – Botticelli,
the other dark, angled – Modigliani.
Both are perched
on the same precipice, looking down
in perplexity; want to dance
into the sky, but are reined in
by the looming earth. Shaking
with laughter at their own folly,
they stretch their limitless questions
beyond arm’s reach,
then divine for the answers
within each other,
like twins connected
in the metaphysical sense.