Who Needs Jung or Salvador?

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Fantastic fills the real as much as real

Fulfills the unbelievable.  Around

Inside the chest of each the two can feel

The other indivisibly, two bound

And braided in the amniotic juice.

They share their childhood dreams and nightmares back

And forth, more close.  Conjoined these twins they sluice

In both reality and in the black

Subconscious realm that only pregnant girls

Might understand.  They would not need to tell

Their dreaming sisters of abortion swirls

Of poltergeists in archetypal hell.

  The therapists are aliens.  The twins

    Don’t need them since two swim in gore and sins.