My Dichotomy


I am lava
Cooled to calm
To create an
Opaque, Obstinate, Obsidian

That fire,
That heat,
That ambition,
Closes and clutters
To confuse and convolute
Because I’m allowed to think
I must know something
If others can’t know me

Conversely,
Apathetic to emotion,
I come from ice
Cold, Calculating, Conniving

Yet more transparent
Seemingly transparent
It impartially distorts,
Contorts,
Reports
A prevarication of benevolence

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