Memory Fragments: Probity

Bifurcation Of A Teddy-Bear

It was me. It was you. It is I. It is you. It will be me. It will be you. I. You.
I am. You are. The prisoner. The fugitive. The rational. The crazed one.
Another me. Another you. A division of twain. A bifurcation of anew
Double beginnings. Duplicate lives. A Teddy-Bear sewn. A patched-up son

Is it even the same as before? Or is it different from what is to come?
I do not know anymore. You knew all along. Split it. Bifurcate the being
Start alive. End it numb. A plushie. An undead born. Split the how from the from
A house divided. A home taken sides. A familiar sight. An unknown seeing.

Never a question. Always an answer. A bizarre conclusion. A logical mystery
A walking Teddy-Bear. A prostrated child. I am the you. You are the me
It is simple as I go. It is difficult as you end. Long transitory. Short story
Here. There. A hello. A goodbye. The spectrum in curve. In 3D, we agree

Put your finger in between what I say. Stay away from the sounds you make
Split it. The meaning is halved as is the comprehension whole. Split it now
Take offense to being called fake. Reality, true as it ever will be to its namesake
Take pride in being called real. Illusion, false as it ever was its allow

Never free. Never I. Split it. Always you. Always chained. Split it when?
Deterministic nonsense. Random certainty. Is life and death not the same?
Split it who? I am not the one. You are the erroneous. Split it, twin
Remember my name. Forget your claim. Are you not a shame? What I became

All it stood for. Nothing disproven. Existence is foul, and so it is proven
Your inability. My expertise. Your memory. My forgetfulness. In I a we. In you, an us
Split it. What little remains. What plentiful to collect. The opportunities to move in
I am the villain. You are the hero. You, an engraved subconscious. I, mind superfluous

I need you. You do not me. Split it where? An epicenter is subjetive to the affected zone
Does it make sense? It clearly is confusing. Not much to say. But a lot left unspoken
Split it what? With that finger of yours, split it in half. Leave less forgotten about my own
Split it why? When all the splits occur, a whole in everything. You and I, many lie broken

Bifurcate now and again. Later and only once. What dilemma is this? If not a guide
I can talk and see. You can hear and feel. We are together. Us be the forever to sever
We each. Us own. Split it. On the same side, allied. Set aside at the imminent collide
Split it. Split it. Split it. The link there is, whatever, whichever, whoever, whenever, wherever

However, there is still a whomever. And that is you. Whyever would it be you, and not I?
I cannot split it. My bifurcation. I cannot help it. I want you to do it. And yet, you do not
You wish for me to do it. An obligated wish for a life I did not need, as I was already set to die
Always imagined. Never planned. The Teddy-Bear of an aborted child split, like the cord's knot

Yet I live inside your runaway mind. Where syntagmatic relations exist as an imaginary friend
I want to rest too. Alongside you. Bifurcate me once more. Let us start again, the end of time
What curious gift you were given. The toy of contradiction. Split it again, for it is hardly pretend
I am alive, and so are you. I am Charlotte's Teddy-Bear. The depiction of a bifurcated paradigm