Amalgam

reconciliation

 

I’m a construct; piecewise and bilateral

Anointed by half pieces parted from wise souls

Who sojourned to two-states America in uncertainty

Bore fruit, and I’m part of the four.

 

As fourth, I am the neoteny of the family

I’m this fleshy symmetry

Can barely keep track

Must remind, crafted in his Immortal Geometry.

 

So I must grin and bear it

It goes so fast, I remember bits and pieces

Far from wise, before neo-belief

I match left and right but inwardly, I’m not so wisely pieced.

 

It didn’t take long, my journey, though certainly short, by peaceable ambulation

From where I’ve been, people I’ve met with this inner asymmetry

I want to fix them; with my black hammer and white nail

With my grey, pulpy, heart.

Yet I don’t have the means.

Now I just don’t have it, I need to amble over with mine

My beloved two wise figures of geometry, please understand this

There’s more than the framer of hand or eye, our hearts form imperfect amalgam.