Wrestling
I wrestled with myself,
The good and the bad,
Interrogated the good,
Called it out for its pieties,
Its hesitant inconsistencies.
And then grappled with the bad,
Greco-Roman style,
Muscled it to the ground
Taking us both down
Which is the only way
To avoid a crushing defeat.
I ran out of breath
Chasing my own tail.
I was the only one there
All along.
There’s a mirror here
Now.
Me and the old reflection.
I see them both.
One living and one an illusion,
The false that shows the real.
I didn’t know.
About all these things.
No one told me
That this is
The way it was
All along.
It’s quiet now.
There’s music
Now.
Absent notes, curious
Patterns of sound.
This is the great song
That was there all along.
Everyone is dancing
Except for me,
Off on my own again,
Peering into voids,
An ear cupped
Against a brick wall.
I had to learn the lyrics
By writing my own.
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