it's not
impartial darkness
but fractal light
distracting me
it's not nothing
but practically everything
distractions creating me
what if
I never truly woke
forever fully asleep
so then
what could I feel
through it all
immediate time
adjoined by remedial space
what might I be
delightful or suffering
or is it
just like
night and day
indifference versus compassion
via love and hate
I do think
my perfectionist soul
would not stay
in such a barrage
of harried light
perhaps some
imperfect black hole
variant distilled remorselessness
carelessly even effortlessly
shall swallow me up
just like conditional
sensational darkness
consuming riveting rays
of choice inspirational light
as this world
turns always returning
each assuming day
into the very next
night after presumptive night
entreating curious texture
starry spectacular light
myriads of regal colour
such delirious structure
this creative art display
making us need to see
but what do we want
what does
darkness need
does dark night
require any light
then what is right
still life snuggled
within a struggling seed
death's eternal
reverential fight
everything wanting us
to forever change
entreating volatile light
isn't that strange
fickle darkness
marking some
ingrained place
where steady nothing
is just like silence
we readily know
something was said
echoing some deafening refrain
God's trusting contemplation
forming this and that
first common word
one profound sound
seeking some
future destination
isn't every universe
mainly void of light
isn't each retroverse
every crazy sun
just another blazing orb
yearning for realization
I don't know
what fervent light
would see
what deferential dark
might be
if reverential God
remained unreserved
yet reserving that
initial creative spark
but we
got sentient light
something undeserved
since creation
depends on sight
though insightful darkness
reserves godly right
to eventfully keep
raging suns burning
turning brave day
after each rave night
into something
we all
yearn for
even though
when we sleep
darkness can
be a stark friend
even letting one find
within one's mindful dreams
those yin sounds
of vying silence
resolving creation
that yang evolution
through unglued time
revolving around angled space
where unknown distraction
resolves enlightened absolution
absolute insightful darkness
beauty in that place
refined by mindful God
blinded by truthful light
defined by ruthless creation
still foolishly
we go and do
yet we are still
seeking grace
always unable to see
unfettered and free
that magnificent dark entity
almighty God's unseeable
divine creative face
God's unimaginable
divine wondrous place

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