collide, a third is born
beyond the world of mortal form
as black and white become the gray
of god and goddess’ interplay
enters through the fear
of new world that is drawing near
while pain that was once boxed, contained
becomes the flow of falling rain
becomes the cornerstone
of temple they may call their own
and there, in quiet meditation
beyond the form of their creation
the other deep within
and found, they feel the worlds spin
in constant flux of unity
as spirit, seeking, sets them free...
? Michaelette ?
1998 Michaelette L. Romano
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