I had walked in accidentally on my two sides; they were arguing I should not have seen them, but a crack appeared, and I followed it down, down, down to the furnace room with a great, dark shuddering There they were: an insatiable Me, and a Me who played servant, pulling the subconscious dangerously thin I should not have seen it I was a man who wanted everything And there was my double, a frightened girl, serving him on the outskirts of my mind, something frantic in the both of them he watched her commandingly, while she piled his plate high with bread the hunger only increased, it picked up like a sharp wind He turned to begging with palms to the sky trying to make sense of so many limitations He snarled at her, she sighed to the walls her arms stopped, dropped beside her waist lips parted, doubtful this apparition of myself, knowing her work was even yet, beckoning she looked me in the eye; I have found where my frustration hides I should not have seen it.