Ode to the Other Self

Though you're oblivious to the outside, You reside somewhere on the inside. You're a part of me, I become a turbulent sea. You arise from the unknown, You shoot your arrows, And I bear the sorrows— These are not seeds I have sown. You hide in the stygian night, You carry out your bidding even while I'm in the light. I fight the unseen, They remain invisible on the screen. I journey across borders and into new territories, I wander through meadows, Which fall into various categories. You sometimes emerge from the shadows. You're my inky self, Dwelling in depths beyond the pages of a book on the shelf. I'm a mirror of the strange— Through the continuum of time, there hasn't been any change. August 6, 2025.