I was never into
Being famous
I always thought
Your values were sacred

I stayed connected
To the end of the line
Through blithe recrimination
And little white lies

Bonded by marriage
Divorced by inversion
Telepathic approval
To dispel the illusion

Of being nothing
Less than perfect
Mirrors shimmering
On the surface

Self-contained needs
In shifting positions
In between certainty
And contradiction

The spectrum expands
Then recedes into you
Psychic equations
Divided by two