My aye, pleases when spoke
Taken in the way most apparent
with a sight nod of the head.
Confirms and agrees
My eye, see's into other realms
Than is not apparent to a machine
The internal and external
Facing the storm
Of my own madness
Spotting the patterns
Of a chaotic system
within and without.
My >I< on the other
Is now braced
Supported as it stands
Where once it was lonely
Now it is stronger.
With it's three bit's
Working together
The physical.
Orderly
determinstic
linear
being of the light.
The mental
At least half in darkness
Working behind the seen's
Of what my light
Echoes from.
When I gaze into the void.
Is what we all have got
If
If
I have my science right.
The third part of me
Is the broken bit.
She weeps
And she is five.
Us and we in here
That support
each other
Do our best to comfort....
But our poor little bit
Has some very good reasons.
And
Jen and Gen...
Weep with her.
©wrennie
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