while everyone was asleep

a poem

while everyone was asleep,
i changed  
again,
slipped into liminal space
and polluted it with simile, 
like –this is a metaphor–
playing god,
once i used a different name
to get out of trouble,
i was the devil, the shadow
of the same man,
have been running 
from myself ever since,
stopping occasionally 
by the litany 
of a harvest moon
to ask it to follow,
a sucker for
some company,
i still cross the street 
when i see an eidolon,
two versions of me,
trying to domesticate 
the same wolf,
no one knows 
the origin,
why it needs to be tame,
it’s nice to have someone 
worth fighting for,
the question 
on everybody’s lips,
am i worth the fight?
sometimes the wolf howls
distantly,
home returning 
my call,
which side of myself
will surrender,
and answer? 
i am not around
long enough
to know.