In Contrast What's hiding
in the
shadows there?
Why does the dark allure? Ash on pure white, clinging to the recesses Where light has not the dexterity to reach. Lying
repose
in
witting with such ease
shadow while light lacks the flexibility to bend.
Looking down, with a solitary point of view,
how narrow-minded reflecting but he surface
seeing only a fraction of the spectrum.
Darkness
is
so
much more
experienced
so deep sharing secrets and dreams that light will never know.
Holding the other worlds the universe of the unseen.
The
twist of light
and shadow
the kaleidoscope of brilliance the swirl of white
and darkness
and black
vortex-like
a pattern that traps the eye and gathers the rest in into a lattice
work of gradients and
variations
thrilling
numbing with extremes.
Pale sun light falls on me, but
I
gaze
at that
shade.
Milo Hurley
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