dichotomy.
oops
i don't know what happened
it just happened
a southern glance reveals a diptych of snapped levers
the easterly is rampaging off cliffs, a steel teardrop
a crimson comet of flesh and bone
the westerly is apathetically apprehensive
it dares not venture from track
based solely on presumption
that when this bleeding star hits northern troposphere
and flame and facade fade
perhaps the remains will not be much to look at
or worse yet - nonexistent
imagine -
an entire existence characterized by trainwrecks
all triggered by trepidation of trainwrecks
a peculiar paradox without panacea
a neural implosion provoked by analysis paralysis
days and nights spent wandering bizarre bazaars
looking for niches
looking for fortes
looking for which came first - the viper or the egg
looking just to keep looking
keeping grey matter occupied retroactive to nineteen eighty two
they say keep it simple
but occam's razor is looking more like a utensil these days
and besides - who are "they" anyways
until simplicity surfaces
i will continue to consume capsules
fluctuate between calcium cage and amorphous globule
and carry on the quest for middle ground