Thus spake god and the devil

And one fine day

at twilight

under a threshold 

drenched in primordial spray
neither wet nor dry 
a chronic schizophrenic 

half asleep and half awake

tossed a coin:

on one side it said 'good'

and on the other, 'evil'

and the I 

that turned into I and I

a sacred covenant signed.

'We shall be one or the other

and we shall in duality

reinforce 

this love,' said I

and I added, 'and this hate';

'yes,' I replied 

'in the pot-kettle game 

shall I affirm myself'.

And I sealed it with a kiss:

'and thus shall we thrive

through sickness and health

good times and bad,

richer or poorer,

for better or wose,

to love and to honor

forever and ever

amen!'