Contemplation in Duality

Imagine the predictability and attention to detail

Of a professional accountant or better yet,

An auditor, a man who by profession is tasked

With verifying the occurrence, accuracy and existence  

Of events, transactions and credibility of others

Where pure statement is a starting point to partake

In crossing the t on required tests of data to ensure

The remainder of those relying on the validity of the faith and competency

Of those who fund his work  

Now take that man and breathe into him the soul of a poet

A man who stares into the trench-depths and heather-heavens of the world

Gritty and ephemeral wide and specific in the rotating wonderlands

Of what might be  

This mind is perpetually affixed to the meaning, the purpose

The greater calling and concurrently the detail

The specificity and dependability of assurance of the auditor

Grids a set of rules to the chaos in the background  

While the writer parades in the foreground

As solitary as a man at a desk typing into a spreadsheet

Or a word composition of stanzas

The two are at war in tandem not with each other

But with the world  

This gray and rainbow universe dances and frowns in resentment

Evading and blockading the two depending on the day

And in each this man can never find sanctuary

For the thoughts never stop  

The minutia of the work day, the parlors of stock-exchange

The food banks of macroeconomic interrelationships playing out

In the lines crossed to human empathy and cohesion into poem

The sword and the shield, the shovel and the plant  

Begging on knees with shadowed eyelids at the melee of ideas

To pause, to craft a window to hold a breath of reprieve

Between this platypus existence of neither mammal or bird

A mind in a vagabond evolution  

Screamed into the deafening silence  

Bartered with oblivion to be neither or to feel akin to either