Right. Left. Tangled in a bunch.
How they got that way, I have a hunch.
They are so identical and yet so vis-á-vis
that when one gets mistaken for the other there’s conflict.
Twisting and convolving til’ there’s hardly room to breathe.
By then it’s too late and they can see
that they’re intertwined, whether they like it or not.
Maybe they’re not as different as they thought.

Struggling to undo what had been done;
untying the knots that had been spun.
A half an hour later the dispute was at ease
and my unattainable world was appeased.
Right on the right and Left on the left—
Or were they? After all the time I spent.
The feud continues; it never ends.
And they are in a disagreeable knot again.