left, right. It's all around you. something that mimics both, but is neither
hold out your hand, child. the world offers its mirror, but the reflection twists
what is, cannot be superimposed. not your thoughts. not your fate
not the blood-worn tangle of history looping behind your eyes
look up and sing, sing, sing, god damn you
welcome, traveler, to something you've always known but never stated
the knot of reversed symmetry, where what you know and what you think you know
are just opposite hands of the same blind god
this is the chiral mindset