Of man be there may be two or three or a multiplex of you
One mirroring whilst a scryer pierces through
Where one utters the other is silenced
Mere whispers exchanged in this interchanging liminal feud
So in this blurred intersection, where there is no reflection
Then what man of man be the truth?
What man of man be the truth as he stands here split in two?
This single man in double kaleidoscopic view
A multi facet that will reveal itself in time due
A facet only glimpsed in certain light, gone unnoticed by friends
See the chimera for what it truly is
To run away or run towards?
Was me, yet not “me”
Was mine, yet not mine
Turning to the opaque translucency of an oracle globe
Looking into my eyes and realizing
There was no Jekyll, there was no Hyde
There was just brain chemicals, trauma, isolation and protective mechanisms to slither within my spine
Wither, within my mind doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
One coin, two sides
And when one cannot take rule, the pair will end their days bound in tandem
In the dual
Of the omnipresent jewel.
~DiosRaw, Amber Victoria, 18/04/22