A Simultaneous Schism
Like my heart, my knee rests in two.
As two pieces flow free, I lose track of that which is me.
Speed and fluidity turn to greed and atrocity while
independence bows to its evil twin, and
freedom surrenders within.
A process in progress,
A patient in patience.
Not much remains,
but to sit and watch the gains,
one collects and reflects
from their defects.