Shadow,
 	walk up my back;
tell with whisper tones
 	how not to run away.

Darker half,
 	take up my smile
imperatively silenced;
 	teach with intrepid tongues
 		to speak again.

2 dimensional ego,
 	Pull me behind your churching feet;
confess with purified penance
 	why love takes silver-medal.

Silent twin,
 	trademark my emotions;
patent our flowered Harem of Angels;
 	hire whichever unemployed god
	these empty pennies might afford.

2 dimensional ego,
 	tuck in my dreams;
 	speak in fairy-tale futures
how bogeymen of today
 	are groomsmen tomorrow.