There Is Only One Me

Depending on the hemisphere and whom one might be talking to there is only one Me settled in dialogue most of the times Give or take and given the choice I would settle for that but then I find my druthers in Ying and Yang There are days when the Ego sets in and the Self and dichotomous voices perform the splits on a mental trapeze hanging in polar suspense Ooh that hurts when harmony balances in disassociation and the safety net bounces when vociferous yo-yos transcend Up and down from right to left a square rooted conundrum proceeds as the tiller man turns in delirious jester’s court No final judgement just one glimpse in the prism gold from the rainbow and the treasure my lover 22 August 2018