I have mastered the art of dual motion

I expand while contracting, resist while inviting.

Apart. Always apart. Even when a part.

And I angle for those fissures:

Points where the sharp can see.

Try to hold up a light to the crack
Without drawing attention to me.
The contradiction is not lost.

Only a few see through the layers,

To Pierce the shutting cloth.

And those who win will find me, spent.
Me, in truth. Me, lost in my youth.
Me, streaming with new thoughts and light
Me, the same, but redefined.
A junction of hot and cold, fast and slow.

My challenge is to mix and edit.

There is one thing on which I’m clear

Whatever I feel, I am not tepid. 

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