There is courage so profound
it ceases to be courage
and tutors us in life as dialogue
between competing necessities.
There is cowardice so complete
it becomes a kind of death, life
exchanged for shallow compatibilities
found in temporary expedient
and disingenuous rationalization.
When you look in the mirror
which do you see? Both? Neither?
We are not entirely dead,
nor fully alive, occupied, as we are,
with the mystery of ourselves
which punishes every good intention.
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