End of the line

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LEVELS AND LEVELS

Sky light
Bright,
Familiar embrace
Of this internal investigation.
Jealousy leaves
Ganglion divided,
As if indecision was quantifiable
On the cellular level.
Could I be sorted
Out?
Parts that matter,
The feeling parts,
Acknowledge good and evil
Are subdivided even further;
They are not without their converse
And nothing, no matter how small,
Belongs wholly to one constituent.
Obsession over assertion
Of black and white regulation
Is quite the merry go round.
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