It is possible,

It is possible,

I can see things clearly

Even for a short time

A telescopic view

Enlarging my heart

For the fight or flight

The inversion

Reducing my connection

To reality

What a difference a day makes

The upside-down nature of existence

Too long too old

The inability to carry out simple things

An inferiority complex

Benefits no one

But the bean counters

Building dependence into self-sufficiency

Cognition is

A time capsule

The sand always runs out

Before the eggs are perfectly cooked

Microscopic differences

Are not always proportionate

Baselines are subjective

What does normal even mean

In a world of managed chaos

Even extraordinary can be accidental

The gift of chance

Not as random as it seems

When one possibility

Is as likely an outcome

As any other.

Forgive my litany

There is no end to the dispute

My intellect is a construct

Dependent on acceptance

From both sides of the divide.

Whatever we might believe.

If you don’t see through my disguise

Of truths laid bare

We will always remain

At opposite ends of the spectrum

Divided by an inversion

Of perception

An economy of scale