“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Reconciliation: Numerical Solutions
What could be done
with off and on, yes or no
and one and none
became endless...
In two
given the same gift,
neither desired nor deserved
and each put it away
for as long as possible.
By laws of conservation
and arts of distraction
feats of nature and the
zen of (un)
doing
the present hovered over them
one never looked up,
the other
empty
inside, the same
blue blood rushes upstream
unseen in the light of day.
One would begin to spin
and find equilibrium in this direction,
while none could take it in
without wobbling
off kilter
bi-polarity divided into each other,
choice by reckoning
Balance with Being
excepting no gifts
without a creator.
Photo credit By Brian W. Schaller (Own work) Acadia National Park [FAL], via Wikimedia Commons.
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