I am in counsel.
With my different Souls
we
at a counsel table in
a council room
all ours
sit together.
We,
I and my alter-Egos
to each other speak
equivalent of the I
in monologue.
Our souls
jitter their teeth.
Still
we
I
here
I and my alter Egos
sit now in fear
now
reviving little:
discoursing grave
with anxious faces
there
is a heavy smell of
strong stresses
With my different Souls
we
at a counsel table in
a council room
all ours
sit together.
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