While one hand is holding a too-small
mugful of darkly soothing coffee,
the other is waving in circular motions to grasp
the concept of Time’s relevance.
The left foot is chaotically
pacing behind punctuality,
And, ironically, the right foot is upon a rock,
A steady landing of morality and holistic ideals.
His eyes are lurking towards the polar walls.
One wall is graced with engravings of forgiveness,
the opposing eye observes a vandalized
graffiti-version of justice.
Can I deny the dichotomy between
His heart and his mind?
The first, races at any source of light.
And the latter, rests under an umbrella to
Deliberate the necessity of romantic love.
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