All is dazzle and dark. Don’t fall
for modern philosophies-- it was all
always dualities: glory all-colored,
void all-voids. Some days God
existed, others the only voice
empty and thin, was the wind between
our offices. I closed my eyes and saw
galaxies. I opened my eyes, and a second
lens of anxieties benighted them.
Looking back, was not night
co-eternal with day, left co-eternal
with stayed, surfeit co-heir
to the fruits of our striving
with blight?
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