By: James G. Piatt

He is a divided self,
Divergent egos with flights
Into memories without maps,
Detached, intoxicated with his
Own importance:
He is at war with himself,
In a metaphysical battle
Against unfathomable enigmas,
He exists between reality and illogic,
Between what he is and
What he dreams to be: He is in
A dark abyss where scarlet scars
Exist between parallel lines
Where ice never breaks, and
Where stars disappear in an
Expanding universe which,
Never stops its path to the end.
He is a singular thought, but
A duality; He is that, which he is,
But, not that which he desires to be,
Always searching, but blind to
Himself.