BY DR. AGONSON
Eternal opposites, in mortal combat locked,
you meet, but never join. You part, never sep’rate.
Your center orbits ‘round nothing: falling spirals
emerge, your shape. What are you two, what are your names?
And what are you when one? When seen together, what?
I hold no hope to reconcile these feuding souls.
Until death overwhelms, their contest is assured.
In dreams, in sleep, I hope to see the two as one,
yet even here all my devices fail to bring
an harmony, one heart, between the bowels and head.
Tale Told 
Nicely done Sheldon. This could easily apply to the terrible divide in this country on the eve of a Supreme Court Justice nomination vote.
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Thank you. I suppose, for once, I had not considered the politics here. Interesting. Subconscious maybe?
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Perhaps. And you’re welcome.
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