binary toast

A duel in duality,
a hatred and a love.
A polar seat reserved
I was here first.

A piece of peace
at an angle, obstructed.
My slice of serenity
melting on a platter.

I - first, then - y'all.

Despite-full
of kisses and singing
and funny angle cut toast
and ham strips
and vertical cheese
on rye.

Des-pitifully
sweaty in a hair knot
with strings of skin
and flakes of face
and greasy fingers;
the action 'to cry'
a self-satisfying-sudoku.

Unable to fathom the mess of it all;
A little Presumptuous.
Most Highly Analytical.
And absolutely Convinced.

Each drop is a river. Each breath is an earthquake. Each giant is a Planet.
Separate.
Distant.
The same.

Truth is like mirrors,
you see what you see when you look
depending on your eyes,
or the head that sits on your shoulders.
Besides,
Glitter doesn't always Sparkle,
but
you can indeed
sparkle without glitter.