in a paradox.
The light was brightest white.
Casting shadows over every thing.
The shadows spoke. The light awoke.
To whisper in the dreams of each extreme.
One side and then the other.
In the middle, silence sang.
The center-point would break it all apart.
Slight movement and the ashes scattered
within a misty breeze of mystery.
One call and then the fall began for real.
The fear-filled wrath remained intact.
The love dissolved within the in between.
Upward movement. Howling draft
of wind that rushes down into the depths.
While still, the awful sirens screamed, bereft.
Sideways then. A shift. A bend.
The left and right must somehow make amends.
Like shadows in a corner weeping for a touch of light.
That only found the powered pain of might.
Used, abused. Then blamed and shamed.
Cracked cornerstone of crazy human life...
? Michaelette ?
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