The Gniggling Gnat

1. 

There is a gnat in my brain.

It's a gniggling gnat

                         that

plays on the borders of language --

it lays its eggs

there on the threshold between the

                        good and bad, between

                             woman and man, between

                            black and white, between

friend and enemy.

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2.

Sometimes, in the gniggling gnat's gnaggling gnoogling

they produce eggs

there,

                                                                 on the wrong side of the right, and

the offspring tries to convince me that

what is wrong is actually right,

what is bad is actually good,

what is white, is actually black,

what is love, is actually hate,

what is female, is actually male . . . 

It tries to turn me against

Me and destroy

all the positive accomplishments

I've gained.

And then I would like to squash it.

~~

But the irony is:

if I squash

my gniggling gnat,

I'll destroy myself

3.

My gniggling gnat

keeps me on task; 

keeps me alert; and it

and I love and hate

all the same, because

it lives there

on the borders of language,

at the place where

love and hate meet, and it

reminds me that both

are one

and capable of living in harmony.

~ ~ 

The gniggling gnat is like the rod in the piston,

like the water in the wheel, like

the combustion in the engine,

like the wind in my hair.

. . . . and I'll go to my 

grave

defending

the spirit I have inside me,

this gniggling spirt,

that gnaggling spirit,

that spirit so capable

of love.

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