Contrasts...
Sharp, Jagged contrasts
A fiery passion, interrupted by shadow
Darker than shadow
The depths of a bottomless, black abyss
Ripping violently into a brilliant, shining son
Whose son?
His: The father who wasn't.
Does it matter?
The Shadow knows: The brighter the Son, the greater the Shadow.
Sharp, Jagged contrasts...
Opposing forces forced to live as one
Cracking apart or coming together?
Does it matter?
Two songs...
Played in perfect synchrony make a uniquely beautiful
harmony
But...usually one of me is a beat off
Timing...
Was it easier before we invented time?
Does it matter?
Stars...
Millions of billions of brilliant suns
Trapped there in his open eye
Sparkling for but a blink in the eye of the Universe
A Universe of shimering stars in his snake eye
Expanding? Collapsing?
Is one life long enough to know?
Does it matter?
Dreams...
Flickering across the starless shutter of his unopen
eye
Writing the rites to right his wrongs?
Writing the rights to write his wrongs?
Does it matter?
DOES HE?