Two of Me Now 


Pit-Pat-Pit , it sounds,
It sounds as rain hits the ground.
Tick-Tock-Tick, it chimes,
The moving hand sweeps away the time.

The earthen smell calls to me,
Billowing thunder sweeps the ground.
A distant rationality to see,
To optimally use your time.

When right and wrong don’t prevail

Hedone
alone stands the ground.

A varied palette of hues,
Red-Black-Green And Brown.
Divided along the line,
I think there are two of me now.

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