Mercurial, or Is That Liberty

A lyrical reckoning with a dualism that has been accepted, rejected, embedded in an endless cycle of self-critique, until the boarder between its apparent halves became chipped, scuffed, no longer fitting together, then scoured, submerged in a watery subconscience, faded, and a gradient was formed by the fractal nature of its bonding, making something mercurial, or is that liberty?