Me and you, swaying between two points
There is no static middle
Me and you
My antagonist
My playmate
You like to fight
And then you muddy the water to hide your escape
And I am left with your inky despair.
If only I could win you!
I retreat.
I am so tired, waiting for this moult, and the next stage.
Why do you toy with me?
Why won’t you tell me?
We are only asking to find out if we are real...
You and I, swaying between two points
With no static middle.
These dualities will resolve in time.
I choose time to test through.
Chance settles into discipline
Discipline into reliance
And knowledge into trust
And that, into the undergirding Love
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It takes a meditative retreat
You take a long hibernation; a hermit’s fast
Which is the purge to redeem the habitat.
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