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  • Two sides for the scales of justice blind
    Two sides for Janus at the doorway as we come and go
    Two sides:
    Up, down,
    Yes, no.
    Judgments come easy
    in the digital age
    when all is switched: On or Off.
    When the flip of a coin
    tells the whole story,
    when seldom one asks for more.

    But there is the edge
    The curling verge between dimensions
    The thin and balancing rim
    Where neither and both exist
    Where probability holds sway
    Where box and cat and observer
    Flicker in and out,
    easy come, easy go

    So who am I
    until such fateful day,
    when, judged and framed,
    in a single word,
    all accounts are settled.

    I am the hand that guides the plane
    Smoothing plank and beveling edge
    The hand that brings the hammer down
    The hand that calls forth the flute’s clear tones
    The hand by yours when you turn in sleep and seek
    The hand over hand that pulls you up

    I am in and as I do by hand

    I am the fit of curve for curve;
    The shoulder where you rest your head
    The back to front like nestled spoons
    The word you seek
    The light reflected eye to eye
    I am the breath you catch

    I am the me in you as fit for glove.

    I am the man beside the child as he reads.
    The one who pushes swings and turns the skipping rope.
    The one who stops when she calls out, Watch me.
    I am the one who hears the tales, who dries the tears,
    who asks, are you ready to shake hands.

    I am the beholder as the potter with his spinning wheel

    I am in these and this,
    in but never held.
    Being for the moment.
    Not contained and molded.
    Not bent and pressed.

    Once, I might have been
    Once, I know I doubted.
    I catch me walking in that stance
    A glance and sudden wonder,
    Who the hell is that?
    Shake this old shell off and straighten,
    walk on with longer stride

    I am who I become
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