The mediator

Recall those cartoons,
a devil and an angel on someone's shoulders?
I have two devils,
rather, two salesmen
two advocates,
two philosophers
Two friends

The angel is misleading
because his costume implies that he is always the right choice
the choice that, if you don't make it, you will regret
and repent for.

The Devil is a lot of fun,
something hard to resist.

For years these two persons have debated ethics
reality, and knowledge, most of all
choice

I have listened;
which one should I choose?
where is my voice in all this argument?

I realize that I am the mediator,
the king,
they are my advisors,
my consultants,
my accountants
my friends.

Between them I find myself
a poet of the middle ground
a deep silence that resonates
and emptiness that fills
a vacancy that determines the ebb and flow of my life.

They would tear me apart,
if I had something to tear,
but they are only two halves
constantly arguing
fighting,
bickering,

and I bring them together