The Identical

 

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The Identical

 

My psyche in on strange, 

Divergent mind for some time 

But man with a soul, 

On a life of side by side… 

 

Something is wrong 

In the house of my thoughts 

Concealed behind your senses 

A veneer might think to guess 

 

Everything’s the same, 

Then he appears on myself – 

Sleeps him, awakes me 

I can feel it on myself 

 

Now, do you know him? 

Cause he knows every reality 

From the huge lump of ice 

Unlocked on deep of my psyche 

 

Alas! You are right

I’m a man that has a half,

Of course you’re dismay

You have every right to be

 

The unconscious mind

Intricate and logical

He can do what I can do

On a body of persona

 

Alter of the host,

Incarnate from the ego

I call him phantom,

With hostile and annoyance

He’s my Identical

 

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Endnotes

 

The Identical by Francis Sepino

Genre: Poetry 

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