The Plurality of the Self

Sometimes I am stranger to myself,

     a vestige-d image of a soul.

So that knowing, I am neither, nor;

     lending oneself to altruistic ism`s.

Foretelling as if a foreboding,

     of this same body; me and I.

Stands content and afar, away

     from its lonely shadows, showing.

Two persons, two lives

     who knows how many, more.

Possess the body and its forms,

     in present perfect, knowledge .

Confronting the self with clearness,

     far from fictions, taken.

One person for each visage

     in times of singularity, yet pleural.

Escaping within myself and without,

     each not knowing, the other.

How it is or for whom it is,

     Yet all is one; for one alone, even more.

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Angela Blair 6 years ago from Central Texas

Absolutely fascinating -- thanks! Best, Sis

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AdamGee 6 years ago

Very interesting, George. This has a really nice flow. I often feel myself split as well, as I were two people, and I'm being pulled in two directions. Thanks for sharing this!

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Moulik Mistry 6 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

Wonderful, simply wonderful - very deep and poignant...

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Trudee 6 years ago

It is wonderful. I like it Thumbs up!!!!!

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cupid51 6 years ago from INDIA

This is really amazing! You have portrayed the real image of every soul. I sometimes tried to express the same in some of my poems. But your's is the greatest! Thanks George.

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pocketaus 6 years ago from Australia

Very powerful way to express you are split in two.

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