black and white

black fails, deeply
with no prejudice, the fading
does not mind creating a depth
that the mind’s eye may divulge

white botches, massively
without consternation, the illuminating
can not highlight without drafting shadows
or drain out the murkiness of night.

the extremes are not.
existence is only in the between,
in the moments amid doubt and certainty
in the experiences betwixt good and evil.

politics falls here,
and so are foundation shaking revelations
that move buildings to collapse
but falter at changing behaviour.

the insecurity that such
ineffable conclusion develops
is only one ramification.
living to continue is another.

June 2nd, 2008 8:09 pm
Book 7 - "Transpiring" |