Not
about straddling
the line,
just wearing a path,
an easy crossing,
not allowing
yourself to be ensnared
by either side.
Categories try
and claim you, steal
your sense
of individuality.
Assigned roles
are circumstantial.
Mask and costumes,
lies of impermanence.
I see you
through red and blue
goggles,
as you do me:
no spectrum
in between.
You see my plight
through black and white;
you,
through monochrome
spectacles,
I perceive.
No conversation
to mend
the tear, just calls
to me
to engage in widening
the gap
from a troll,
once
a respected mind
I thought that I
would join
forces with in the end.
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