All one knows.

All one knows is domination
the other only struggle
ceaseless suffering made
inevitable, by each needing the other
to exist
and yet they each claim they wish to end
the process
but the process can never end
until they do.
What do I say?
I am neither fish nor fowl
not spectacle nor spectator
entirely and whole
but something made up
from bits and pieces I found
a tatterdemalion of soul
And this is how I found myself here.