Duo

The only constant in life is the struggle and we are forever in flux.

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Limbo
The stars are cold bright this evening,
pin-pricks of blue, red and yellow
that refuse to be swallowed by
the ever hungry night.
The chimes strike the hour,
a quarter after midnight
and the shadows turn colder
but the question remains the same:
do I go or do I stay?

The stars are cold bright this evening,
small flecks of color that recede
like remembrances once cherished,
now sadly regretted.
The clock beats deadened staccatos,
its hands forever groping in an empty embrace,
it is all they can do,
while I am burdened with a choice:
do I go or do I stay?

The stars are cold bright this evening
but soon they will be gone,
defeated by a light far bolder than
brave tiny pin pricks.
They never flee, these little stars,
they stay, determined to glow,
though unseen,
while my struggle remains the same:
do I go or do I stay?

The Paradox of Polarity
You and I are earth and sky,
endlessly, and willingly, bound,
one to the other, by some force unseen,
each one yielding, and in so doing, receiving.
You and I are earth and sky.

You and I are night and day,
eternally grafted, bosom to bosom,
twin attributes of time’s legacy
but meaningless, when taken apart.
You and I are night and day.

You and I are reason and rhyme,
the rarity of plebeian desire,
the puzzle of ceaseless need,
the uninterrupted solving of want.
You and I are reason and rhyme.

You and I begin and end….where
You and I end and begin.