I move in a split light glow
Half saint
Half shadow
That Hanible undertow
The only way I know
I walk where wild winds blow
Where quiet men don’t go
Where truth cuts low and slow
And carves me head to toe
Anthony keeps it mellow
Soft heart
Warm yellow
But Hanible’s that fellow
Who flips calm into a bellow
I stitch what others throw
I rise from every low
I turn my scars to show
The map of how I grow
Anthony prays for flow
For peace to overflow
Hanible wants the throe
The chaos
The tableau
Two names in one torso
Locked tight like yes and no
I walk with both in tow
The only way I know