Every year, the week going to this day,
before the vernal equinox, we begin
a transformation, to be broken up into you and I.
Our orientations change, shifting our North poles
to repel each other, shaking the certainty
of our resolve.
We become fierce animals marking our space,
howling at our loudest, exposing our fangs,
the spoils before us.
Tomorrow, our lacerated self-respect
will awaken us, vowing again
to rebuild ourselves, to become we.
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