Dichotomy Poem by Jamie Dewyer
Dichotomy
Stillness is brushed in blood
Blanketed in her love
Wolves in the flesh take form
Mirrors my soul to storm
Split down the centre of
Greed for a traitors lungs
Questions have predicates
Answers in stone and sweat
This part of my lie is true
Nothing to compare to
Nothing to synthesize
Stereo analyze
Rational atrophy
You’d kill the sun for me
End the abhorrent game
Of pretending we’re the same
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