Myriad: An Ode on Duplicity

Idiom and Plethoric voice
that call from womb and grave alike
embracing melancholy
and an eternity of vice.

Am I, or am I not
what perception states
is me?

Will I, or will I not
act as if
I be?

Perhaps I shall be reckoned with,
my fate a whim upon the wind.

But not today,
for today we dance in masquerade
and live as if we see.