Other Self

The sun’s isn’t suffering isolation, it’s companion is space

We aren’t either, we have the sky’s blue glace

Adding the burdens of the mind’s tome

The other self is sent to sleep at home

Spokespersons of the mind’s dominion

Wear faces of wavering opinions

But we cannot put a face when there’s no name

Our other self’s shyness brings it fame

Skin isn’t it’s mask

The body serves as it’s flask

Time drinks from it

At sunset, their ways split

Our other self isn’t moved to pick and choose

It’s lips never part, even if there’s enough to amuse

That self isn’t isolated, the companion is the eternal lull

When the two become one there’s nothing left to annul