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Tailor of Mankind
He thought he would be a tailor of men.
Then, “Woman!” he thought,
laughing as he
extracted a rib, seaming
hills and valleys, taking a subtle tuck
here, folding an excessive curve there
and there. Smoothing it over, shortening
a length. Extending another.
Making them fit and not fit.
Not a perfect pair but rather
thesis and antithesis,
yin
and
yang.
Anima
and
Animus
he shaped into each
in different quantities.
Then, he clothed perfection,
sheathing it and obscuring
differences to be discovered
under falling leaves, in darkness,
setting a whole world in motion.
Then he wept.
The prompt today is tailor.


