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I squirm inside like a two-headed beast, released from a chain which held them both collared; they'd follow now each his separate track, back to the womb, or way up there to the stars. Half of me hankers for the warm memories of childhood, styled in the knowledge I was held in high regard, ardently seeking a future family life, with a wife and children geared for domestic bliss. This is of little concern to the hissing head, who spreads his sprouting wings to lift my body from this God-forsaken Earth, to soar high on a flight of measureless creative genius.      My twin identities are loosely twined,      but integration might bring peace of mind.