the adam sentences, part three

Three stories tied into one would be nice
for then I should be like God.

But, my story?
My story is told twice,
onerightaftertheother

I am double-minded,
double-faced
and doubtful;
troubled,
disgraced
and self-spited.

In a world made for days
that begin at dusk
I am light followed by dark,
act first
and potency second.

I should have died then lived.
I was not made for devolution.

This is why it is better to count me
as two strands than one rope,
dual threads
bound together by disintegration.

Nor ash nor dust,
I am both.

Adam.
Which Adam?
I am not one.
That is my problem.
Fracture.
There are always two of me but no us.







by Troy Cady
This was posted in response to a poetry prompt at dVerse.