Saturday, November 30, 2019

Evening with Reuben

It comes up with a bow for judgment
But one mustn't judge!
By a quirk it turns out there is no side
In the direct opposition, dark v light,
That powers the very machine.

It is futile, the most important thing, to think.
We quarry for light
And each nighttime fills the hole
With a sheen of crystal black
So we may dig again.

Slowly we learn to trust the darkness
To keep the truth safe from folding in on itself
Without the freedom of the void. We trust
This circuit before we trust ourselves,
What's between extremes, unrecognized.