2 me s

there are two me s
the me who thinks analytically
who solves equations so cunningly
who’s astounded by the mechanics….of chemistry
who’s amazed at the engineering one sees in biology
who loves physics with it’s always accelerating gravity
with a zest on a quest for knowledge perpetually
yes this is one of me
can’t you see?
and then there is I
I am the floor beneath me
the one I find when the world spirals away
down that deep romantic chasm
then me is I
and I walk with the shadows and wade in the streams
in black clad bald shorn mirror eyed anonymity
I am the poet found outside the rhyme
I am the other, the one you do not know
yet know too well
who am I?
I am no one of no place
I am a phantasm which troubles your mind
then lifts forgotten as the sun rises
I am the precise word
where each…..single….word….counts
where each…single…word hits its own
single….point
and throws its own
single….splash
against your own
singular…silence
I am the dark
the me
that the light forgets so conveniently
yet names the point so expressively
that you regret getting lost progressively
in the way life accelerates so rhythmically
and the phrases go on so identically
with nothing to say individually
and nothing to add originally
just prolonging perpetually
the rhythmic narcissity
as lines go on incessantly
and life becomes symetrically
repetitively
naught