Of Two Minds

These two gaping minds cannot acquiesce
Their unceasing blustering has been flayed open before me

As a lie
A farce of the greatest treachery

It is not the glib filly of another
But the willing deceit of the self
That moves this solid ingot in my core

My flesh recoils from itself as though shamed at the naming
It rends itself as though flagellating under debt

I querie my two minds
I yank at the roots of my scalp
And bellow my resentment most heatedly

I have taken happiness from my own grasp

And set in its place


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