division

too clean, too clear-cut, too straightforward.
from a day of process never product,
hours of failed attempts at definition,
a newfound eternity of unknowable enlightenment,
comes confidence in chaos;
opposites seem ridiculous,
symmetry laughable.
"confusion now hath made its masterpiece":
some conflict felt in me, begging attention
an opportunity too profound to ignore.
and god how i love it.
division?
we say good for cells, often numbers, bad for most anything else.
after all,
a nation divided against itself cannot stand,
but i say
a person divided against herself
just expanded the possibilities.