Triad

Today what I perceived as “me”

split quite abruptly into three,

each member of the triad vying

to inhabit the most gratifying

role: to loll about as certainty,

cajole with enigmatic ambiguity,

or blink in wonder like a child.

Confusion reigned: impulse ran wild:

We each kept mucking up the mix.

Apparently I’m something we can’t fix.

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