Band of Brothers
by dan ankers
The millions of voices in my head are
all reflections of me
an army
Permutations
which can represent
at any time, whatever occurs to me
Like soldiers on the shores of Normandy
I employ them all
at whim
They cover
my ranges of thought
so well, that I never get tired of them one bit
They all get
the chance to be me, and
they all find representation
in my head
Like some sort of government, where everyone
is fair and good
at base
And all
can agree that all
should get a fighting chance to have their say
It is all just input for the master, me, anyway
which is just a
role that
I arbitrarily
assign to stay sane
at times I’m more aware of that fact than others
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