They duel for supremacy,

thrusting through the pain

of psychological split personalities

and yet as they are

one mind,

one body,

they pray to altars that are inaccurate

of their true desires, that their belief

in each other as the sub-dominant

creature and that the latent one

underneath is the true face in which to wear.

 

The contest will always be uneven

as the illusion is far

too engrained, no middle ground

in this fight, where they can be no

blood spilt as both duellists

would then surely die,

the brain, the thoughts,

truly one and the same

would just become void, senseless

and in the end the join that binds

would be torn apart,

no victor, no loser,

just the end of combat

and no face gained

or retained.

 

Ian D. Hall 2016