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Why can't my brains get along!?

The duelers stood at ready,

their backs taught and tense,

the left composed and steady,

the right in maudlin suspense.

Turning to face their fate,

they hinged at the heel,

possessed by frothing hate,

they set the course for their keels.

And OUT shot the mark

that set them sailing in

toward the proving wreckage,

craving that vicious din.

Ready to prove their course -

a truth that abutted just

right upon the other's -

the turf broke under their thrust.

And the seconds stole by

and the unbroken sight 

instilled in their bones

that they were both in the right.

And the space between them

closed in under a vacuum

that between their bodies grew

as their feet landed in tandem.

The two were just censured

enough to break through

the pressure of their venture;

the heat of their throttle ballooned.

But there in the gap

between the atoms that would smash,

less than moments before

their flesh would collapse,

They found in themselves

a dawning composure

that flew in the face

of their earlier disclosures:

They were wasting their time!

They were wasting their breath!

They were equal in truth!

They were matched in every step.

But too late came the climax

and too late came the brakes.

The force of their riot

consummated their mistake.

And there on the field,

smashed in at the pate,

lay my right and left,

who rather warred than collate.

Author's Note

A freewrite.