Monday, March 23, 2015


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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