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The Wholly Scene

One thwarts the burn of troubled mires, reserves Myself for My own lot. The other bids I jump into the fire and offer everything I’ve got. One draws me up, the other down, one draws me back, the other out, one stays straight up, the other bows one harbors faith, the other doubt…. But two make one, whom stands between and can’t deny the Wholly scene… War cannot separate a sunray from the sun, nor its reflection from the moon, nor shadow from the soul who’s been undone by tribal fights and bleak communes. It cannot separate the loyalty of sons nor fire from living soul, nor conscience caught in scrambled tongues from balance of the Holy Whole… ‘Cause two make one but one must find an equilibrium of two combined… The Light is sewn above the man, the man is sewn to shadows; two sides opposed while each demand we fight their valiant battles. Each other they can’t comprehend two strangers having never met and in between a common friend, my soul that owes to both a debt… From two one seals a common ground where ethic theorems stagger ‘round… When two perspectives sway a choice but all the answers seem awry; I stir the passions into common voice and Conscience finds a compromise to split the gray of good and evil with hues of individuality and intercepts a grand upheaval between the Dark and Luminosity… Two segregated opposites confuse but merged they find a single use… Between the ether and the soil, the Darkness and the Light; I am conductive Human foil receptive to both wrong and right. A central universe between two inversed kin, a medium between grim and divine, a force of nature from the outside in, a lone metropolis of Faith of my design… Two clashing creeds and tongues commingled fused and crafted into just a single. My loyalties are not betrothed to mortal shadows nor Elysian light but morals I can live with and not loathe Myself for imperfection’s slights. My Self is sewn unto My Soul My Soul is sewn unto the Source no one can make me Love the Whole and nature’s ever winding course… And two make me one point between the countless points that make a Wholly scene.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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