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I am two of us inside.
Or maybe rather three.
The I that people see outside,
the I close hidden here inside,
and the unconscious I
that I myself cannot divine,
each I stands apart.
Today again: after a haircut and shave
in a local barber's shop
as the girl was giving me a massage
her hands touched my private parts
and for a moment there was a quarrel
between me wanting to warn her off with a "Don't"
and me hoping her hands would slip that way again.
You can say that this kind of fight
between me and me inside is constant,
but recently one night in a dream
I was with a woman I'd never met
and it's ridiculous but I ejaculated;
who was the I acting there?
Which of these three, then,
is the real or false me,
the good or bad me,
which of them is really me?
The more I wonder the less I know.
And as I reflect this way and that,
I get more and more anxious
about which me will be involved
the day I die and go to be judged.