Wisdom Is the Acceptance of Confusion, Maybe

Is duality good or bad
Conflict inflicting my mind
The nature of the opposite
Makes me catastrophize

I'll berate and live in hate
I never see it combine
I always see the outline
Never the spaces inside

Dialilectical confusion
Thoughts without conclusion

It's all dogmatic
Not mathematic
Hardly static
Endlessly socratic

My inner monologue speaks in a tongue I don't really understand
Beyond the senses raw and uncensored
Everything else is too grand