HABITS

So much more attractive

To stew in all the trouble

No one can have happy

When they have it

On the double

Slurry of words

Or lost little birds

Got half the problem conquered

But won't let that

Pop their bubble

Just look at me

So crazy

But I wear mine on my sleeve

They get theirs from a bottle

Or just hide it underneath

Mixed and muxed

Environs

Triumphant denials

(Dance within this poetry)

But then they hide it

All the while

(And most of all

From me)

In plains of

Symmetry

They work for

Dissidence

Strive to find their company

But then focus on the

Difference

Keep at arms length

All the breakthroughs

Doesn't matter if

It suits them

As long as the numbness

Stands triumphant

Then none of them

Can hurt them

"I told you I'd be back someday"

Oh such sweet irony

No sooner than they get here

They're making plans to leave

But that's the essence of the gift

To be liquid and forlorn

To never take the stand in trial

To never elevate to sworn

Keep their problems

Out in front of 'em

Where only I can see them

They'd be otherwise invisible

Except that I am right there

In them

I speak of two

To confuse it

Cause my problems

Are the opposite

While they may strive to segregate

I am struck by how they

Integrate

My puzzle that I play with

Is only meant to complicate

The solution to the answers

Is one that I can't separate

I have to find it in diversity

Then put it back where it belongs

It would be easy otherwise

But neither one will let me know

The simple truth to the situation

Because that's

What's been avoided

Whether or not I can see it

Is a decision made by choices

Climbing into the dark chasm

Find the space that's lost in blackness

While betrothed to one another

Still don't matter what has happened

Breakthrough came

Feet from the other

But just mentioning it is tragic

No one wants to know the truth

When they're locked

In spinning habits