If I would see the Darkness,
I have but to close my eyes

Behind this shield, in sight of dreams
Borders casually casualty on causality; extents
Quicksilver authored, spit; writ in reams

Myriad infinite streams outward flung;
Light and darkness, wind and dine,
Dance we to harmony yet unsung
Key signature; signed in cosine

Those secrets of Ancients past
Remain vivid, bright; flowing
Creating evolving shaping cast
Blue neon origami lightning
Illuminates deep black; knowledge, King

Timestreams interenterundertwine;
Braided dark right wrong light
Projected onscreen, mind on mine
Veiled, obscuring Fate's sight

When one alone, of others shorn
Would sever these fragile strands; existence
Fabric rent on bleeding thorn

Then would the Darkness behind
Blind, not add depth to Light

© 1991, Aaron Brown