Internal Cold War

I'm torn across axis yet to exist, Or had once been, since been replaced, By a sense of self and lack thereof, When we, by they encased. Cleavage adorned in modest terms, Abreast as if more than one, Still less than two, duplicitous you, Less I divide by hegemon. Senses shook, a daily wage, Of war: be both me and we? An ancient oath neither new nor folk, Balanced in breath and breathe. But neath the solemn sour safety, Of comfort feigning folly's fiction, Forces fractured by focused fascists, Portent predative predilection. Between divides by you and I, A smaller font you'll find, Who's letters miss the passerby, But slip into the mind. Conquered race and gender lines, Further feathered along behaviors, Soaked in Sun Tsu solar signs, Matrimony meets our savior. Boots worn by oceans born, Mediterranian leather-flavor, Curing gold from suckled horn, Mammallian mouths may never savor. Viral loads in swarming codes, Placental detriment, Tossed up population nodes, Waning wax and excrement. I walked into the door, Shut it hind before the shore; Horus hocus pocus drawer, Before I knew internal roar.