Two

Two

I am innocent and then I'm someone else
To describe me to myself my profuse most poetry fails

I belong somewhere and something tells me
It could be either heaven or hell

Instead of a defeating struggle I almost accept that
For me there's a part of me which seems to be residing at

Some underworldly submerged location
Forever raising its pronged and perilous head
And the things I do to myself
Make me wish that I were dead

And the thought strikes me that perhaps I am
Not so very different from Joe Dick or Sam

Perhaps the body houses a dual soul
An angels halo with a devil's cawl
I refuse to accept one is all I'm allowed
I won't fight myself Two's not a crowd

I think the only person who I can ever harm
Is me alone and the hurt is the fatal charm
The sacrifice that shall end my lies
I'm unholy unworthy and thus I'm wise.

Because this woe is me it makes me strive
Not to hurt another soul another life.

Blurring me is the slurry me
I morph from self to self so amazingly
You would be charmed
And perhaps you might be harmed
But that's not just my doing alone my friend
That's your own duality that you
Forever fend.

Live
Let live
Let sleeping snakes lie
And if you speak with one who understands
And sees eye to eye
Perhaps you're being tempted
The fruit is seeded in the lie
Beware the standing serpent
For he is truly wise.

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