the other -
there …
is an Other …
an oppressive weight that balances -
entropy demands it
as does all that is precious and estimable
the bright of the day demands it
the surety of each heart thrum
the value of life and love and kindness
demands it …
each moment given to care
each tender tear let in passion's stead
every wild and wondered thing
depends on its sacred depth and darkening
we dare not breathe its ancient name
yet without it, all is valueless -
without it, all is ruin …
its lack would ensure far worse than doom
for even doom, the echo of hope, has a bearing
indifference and apathy would flood its absence
and all that's exemplary would forsake worth
no shine or lilt or ebullience would remain
even the sweet belly laughs of children
would be drained of their joy
and life itself, its import and motive
indeed …
there is an Other -
patient and rooted as the heavens
and far, far more more eternal …
but beware its eager arms
and sweeter …
kiss.
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