Apr. 02, 2003 - 6:25 p.m.
There is no light and dark in this house
Just the dark and the darkest
Hues far below ebony throw sight and sound into a different dimension
But the pull of one is vastly different from the other
Though the line between the two is constantly shifting
Embracing the totality of the deepest reaches
Sucking the life from the very fount where it was conceived
Sly and wily as he slips through the masses
Subtlety is his mantra
And he is a snake in the grass, unseen, but nevertheless deadly
The other embraces only you
Catching you up in the hurricane of conflicting emotions
Like a natural disaster: a tidal wave, a flood, a volcano
You will drown and burn and scream
And if you didn't see it coming, you were the greatest fool of all
But the dance is like the edge of a whip cracking in the night
Around and round, down and down
We will all eventually spiral to utter nothingness
And lay satiated in the arms of Mother Night
All that will be left is the soft hiss and the contented purr
