Two Women of My Mind's Eye

I burden myself with the logic
of what is right and what isn't wrong.
Somewhere in my little mind up there they collide.
The space is small but the highways are vast.
Somewhere in my head there is a concubine that
tells me she is there for me and I believe her.
Elsewhere in a different part of what is myself
in my heart/dick there is a visionary,
she is beautiful but cruel.
Her temptations are fresh,
her dream is almost perfect,
her ideas will change the world,
but she is cruel,
to me
she is cruel.