My Enemy, Myself

Areyou my enemy 

Orare you friend?

Wherewill we be

Atthe end of the day?

Ourpathways are certain to

Crossmany times

Inthe struggle and scuffle

Oflife’s great mêlée.

 

Weface across battle lines

Strangerto stranger

Inxenophobic eccentricity

Foregoingthe foreboding that

Logiccommands, or anything

Thatmight escort tranquility.

 

Reasonsuggests that

Accordis in order.

Garnerfresh compromise

Downfrom the shelf.

Isearch in the mirror

Tofind your reflection.

Epiphanyunveils

Myenemy.

Myself.