I, the Hindsight
have come a long way
(globe-trotting with my Siamese, the Second-guesser
who might have gone a bit too far)
we are travel-worn
are there any vacancies?

The janitor
(how peculiar, his name was Janus)
spoke with a forked tongue
“there’s only room for one
but you could double up”

as soon as we plunged
into our truckle bed
with a sinking feeling
we overheard

“hmm
I’ve just accommodated
a nomadic and a pilgrim
in my inner sanctum
only for the ego trip’s sake”







“doublespeak”- cf. George Orwell- “1984” = capacity to accept simultaneously 2 opposite points of view and thus to let all critical spirit be triggered