My Blobs
Two gelatinous
blobs. Each is repelled
by the other's strong
surface tension. They
fight for possession.
One is of good,
the other evil.
A balance is
missing. They fight.
Off of each
other they
ricochet.
They share
the throne:
Life.
Copyright © Nicholas Westerhausen | Year Posted 2009
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