Duality

1

Mine is a lightening

That never touches

The earth but ricochets

Between adjacent synapses

Between those nebulous

Aspirations that remain

Inexplicably ill-defined

2

Mine is a thunder that

Displaces the marrow

And assumes the

Resolve of bone, my

Ambitions are the

Architecture which

Govern my life and

Define my being

1

I am neither a sheep nor

A hunter. I exist in a state

Of chronic ambivalence

Through inertia I have

Fashioned of myself a

Sizable burden, I belong

To no one and yet everyone

Must shift to accommodate

Even as I sit here drawing

Breath, at your expense, I

Do not live as you can attest

2

I am the wolf, neither prey

Nor survivor but the scion

Under which all others

Must fall. I exist in a state

Of chronic acquisition

Which is to say that I do

Not stand here by virtue

Of mercy but through the

Violence of my means

If you should break

Under coercion of what

Consequence is it to me?

1

I am neither actor nor

Director, but a spectator

Whose undependable eyes

Rarely glean moral or intent

Your words are but paper birds

Unsticthed by the despair of

Tears that without provocation

Fall. My body knows only the

Convulsions of a precipitous

Regret, it is only to the grave

That I endeavor, I have no

Purpose, I am the Bleak Cabal

2

I am the paramount, whose

Undependable love has no

Aesthete beyond practicality

Your heart is but a glass menagerie

A trifle, that I have no desire to view

My needs supersede your whims.

I care not of what you desire, if

Not through the employment of your

Hands, then of what use could you

Possibly be to me? I will offer

No charity to the disposable. I am

The purpose, I am the Sign of One

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Submission for if I am not to late again lol

Dverse Poets Pub

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