Seen from space, I am invisible.
Seen from within, I am enormous.
Seen from a distance, I am mysterious.
Seen close up, I am flawed.
Seen through other eyes, I am separate.
Seen through my own eyes, I am also separate.
Seen in full, I am not.
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Duplicity
The double envies the triple
Because one of the three
Will be more than its opposite.
Stranger than split pea soup,
A steady diet of barks
And knots splits roughage.
Contradiction becomes the new
Interdiction along the border
Through raven bifocals.
The enemy burrows within,
Deadly nightshade and plums
To feed that third eye.
Someone should separate the other
Before being mistaken
For the self.
If only there were some way
To crawl over the barbed wire
Of identity and not lie.
[Disposable Poem June 9, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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