Holding two opposing ideas, in mind, in
hand, in time…in conflict and suspension;
inside
a surface tension letting small
spider-like impulses
scatter and slide across, to
tremble in slight winds, to…wait
between heartbeats
lifting my attention from
living today, from
thoughts of
tomorrow and
dividing, in two, what I am
could be mostly, yet
not always
will be
duality as a stopgap, as a
beginning, an
end
created from schism, from pressure, from
loss of cohesion, from
living life
duality is who I am…yet
holding those opposing ideas, those
conflicts, those
(that believe in me)
allows me to
be something else
something more
something

less…but always
someone.