I’m beginning to think
there's something wrong with me
I’m a magnet for the unordinary
often attracting the unorthodox
in a dichotomy of formed imagery
Like Venus, half illuminated
come the beautiful things of light
while drawing from hiding
those things within the darkness
Two roads haphazardly coinciding
The sweet and the sour of it
It’s mind warping; utterly strange
Not as the fantastic meets the mundane
or unconventional breaks from convention
Rather the eccentric meets the insane
I’m beginning to think
there's something wrong with me
Acquired knowledge:
A blessing beyond measure,
or serpent’s venom?
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