Scrawled there
In pigment
And love
Arcs and lines
A language of hope
And possibility
The light
It hurt too much
I saw too much
I felt too much
Darkness was cool
Darkness was painless
Darkness was sightless
Darkness was easy
I do not notice the darkness
In the blink of an eye
Until I turn my attention to it
I cannot know the depth of my being
Until I still the mental chatter
Distracting me from its presence
One burns
The other illuminates
One is zealotry
The other is passion
One is hubris
The other is clarity
One is seduction
The other is insight
Blogs
Scripts
Software
Relationships
Meticulously
Passionately
Obsessively
Lovingly
The warm, dappled sunshine on my cheek
The cool, fragrant breeze rippling my hair
Or the way her fingertips
Lightly traced the nouveau shadows
Playing across my abdomen
I don’t know if it’s better
To be blinded by darkness or light
But I know it is shadow
Which gives form and texture
To an illuminated world
Of the rest, I’ve learned to follow
Not always the brightest
Nor the nearest
Like the spreading of lichen
Across the surface
Of bare granite
Some colonies
Stronger than others
Some weaker
They interact
Intermingle
Mutate and conjoin
The Rain
The Sun
The Cold
The Heat
In the many battles of opposites
Nothing lasts forever
Except balance
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