Split are membranes.

Conflicted hemispheres

accentuate stoked fear

moving motive’s gears.

Madness is in my rooms

a fear it does entertain

a notion so cold that it

hurts my enraged brain.

Loosing you I now fear,

though I can keep sane,

because I am able to hear

you in this tree the same.

Your splendid decorum

under weight that came

was a different coin flip

for me in our tree I hang.

Teach me your power in

time Father Time deals.

The things that move you

sew my wound to heal.