Archive 12/21/09 - (2)

   

Each Other

                                                                  

 

 

Who I am, this nebulous Monday night, I clearly don't know.

For convenience's sake,

I believe I'll just allude to myself, in the third person,

As Mr. Incognito,

The unindividuated soul from the Lesser Anonymities,

Who presents himself as a whole being,

Not the half-Doppelgänger, half-human he was born to be.

 

What a curious conundrum he is, to the man he isn't.

How is it conceivably reasonable

That intelligence, sensitivity, humor, compassion, creativity,

So abundant in one of its psyches,

Can fall so far short of discrimination, in its other,

As to lose its capacity to distinguish a Jesus from a Hitler,

Brilliance from ignorance, philanthropy from misanthropy?

 

If he had even an approximation of the crudest primal clue,

He'd give it to you, his gentle due-diligence reader,

As, doubtless, he's still eager to expose my true identity,

Which I myself would eagerly, passionately do,

Were I able to break free from Mr. Incognito's Doppelgänger,

Reconcile its formlessness with my own shape,

So that we might never have to know each other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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