And all I'm taught today
is of contrasts; the time being slow,
the pages making to shed blood,
compilation of facts standing
a lesson and that lesson, talking
of blacks in whites and the white
in every black; I think of Ying Yang,
knowing I'm one too, holding
so much in so little, seeing
death in a bird leaving it's tree
and life in an ant caught in a cobweb;
Oblivion in searching for torch
in darkness and conciousness in
the silence between lines of a rap.
I'm more alive, thinking 'bout how
deaths reinstate life in the living.
This universe is all a contrast from
every latitude showing lights and
darknesses alike; I'm universe too,
All of contrasts, in contrasts.
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