I divided my consciousness into two
One followed the woman in black
Other the man in blue
They moved round and round
One heading up the road
The other down
Running after the fumes in a hurry
One wanted to bottle it up
The other to let it be
They shed all that they wore
One kept a feather
Other a sole
I noted their thoughts in varied forms
One displayed parallel lines
Other circles all along
There was a smell that guided them
One thought it was a leaf
The other eternal snow
I could only feel just one
And it was neither
Nor anything more
As they neared a meeting point
One tried to turn back
The other got stoned
But, now they were free from will
They were sucked together
Into the shrinking hole
As my consciousnesses got confused
Which followed which?
Who was who?
I realized there was no smell
No woman in black
Or a man in blue
As I divided consciousness again
I did notice a certain leaf
And some snow too
I took both and burned them
But, the smell seemed familiar
Like a Déjà-vu
