POEM: Schism

A schism ripped inside my mind.

You could picture a tear in a piece of paper.
But, that would be a lie.

The message on either side of torn paper can be reconciled.
Two halves of a page = one message —
disrupted but not beyond restoration.

When the tear is in the mind,
the further down the page one reads,
the more disjointed the message becomes,
until transformation becomes inversion,
and what one side of the page says is opposite the other.

“You must be reasonable!”

“Reason be damned!”

“It will be your down fall!”

“I have no further left to fall!”

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