There's two of me
and I can see both
so distinctly
entwined yet estranged
they are from one another.
At times
my eyes falter
and mist befalls
but there, right there
before me - this once
there's no mistaking me
stand
the two of me
One lives by the
rush of day
and the other enlivens
at the hush of night
a cloak worn
and a cloak worn off
concomitantly
in the knowledge of all
and in ignorance too
there, right there
before me
breathe
the two of me
