Saturday, July 1, 2017

the shadow's light

Wouldn't a shadow, then,
In one small puff,
Release the light
It had cozied for so long?

And likewise the light
Its shadow?
Nothing special,
Just one small puff.

On a plain of
Shadow and light,
It's time to go,
Or let go, perhaps,

The will is gone
The game is done
Light and shadow
Confess at last.

Here one small puff
Makes honest sense
Where sense-makers
Have all gone home.

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