Ambivalence and Ambiguity

Can I
write
think
speak
when it feels as if
the world is caving in?
Being is a weight
on my shoulder;
a chip
I cannot remove.
I feel cold:
it enters through
the light...
It is the light:
I feel good
I feel bad,
we never know
who
how
what...
Do I want to or not?
Yes and No
But is what
we cannot escape.
Ambivalence and Ambiguity

I want to publish this poem because...BUT I feel as if it is too revealing. When there are no Buts we are lying to ourselves. There is always something more, something we would rather, prefer. There is always a But: the but we most often use, that has no justificatory value is lazyness: I would do the dishes BUT I'm too lazy. I'm not saying to stop using the BUT, to stop thinking the BUT, but to appreciate its use as higlighting the ambiguity and ambivalence that is at the nature of human existence. We can, although, overcome while preserving these dualities(that always work simultaneously): sublation. End teaching.