The id battles
the superego from
sun up ‘til sundown
superfluously.
Ego negotiates,
so you feel torn in three.
Do not fret,
it’s how it was supposed to be.
Wisdom gently reminds you:
this life is short.
Memories shriek in return,
not short enough.
Pray and pray
then hesitate and lose
the whole damn train of thought
you had before all of this.
—N.A.
Mouth Thorn 