I govern my emotions
and quite categorically can see
I govern yours too
and
as you try to languish
in your version
of me
you categorically know and see
you cannot second
that emotion
for alchemy's gold bears no carat
a tweet is not a symphony
and you are not
my father's son
I am
and your emotions cowers
lurches and venerates
back to front
you are all
but forestalled shadows
borrowing shades
to free yourselves
from yourselves