do not appear to have caused in
me any entanglement. no conflict.
i can calmly (and perhaps in too
carefree a manner) cradle both
yin and yang, as if the paradox
were a swaddled newborn. which
might feel to me a bit awkward
to carry, might seem so from the
outside looking in, as well. or i
do imagine – but i have lived at
least enough to find comfort by
my ever-shifting placement upon
most any vector that might be
presumed by the mind’s eye,
as if such dualities–within real
ity–could ever so linearly be
(non-binary) (unlike a shelf
upon which a book...)
