The Black & White Poet

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An angle's organ used
As an instrument of flight
Are his wings.
Authorized by God,
He makes record of
The haunting uncertainties
Playing in surround sound
In one's head-
Where silence screams lies.

But what conquers in the spiritual realm?
When stars either drip out their blood,
To glow and die as an object of reflection…

Or when generic shine
Splashes a brief attraction?
And hidden is the darkness of the source.

Every choice is black or white.

~DaYnA e.7/24/04

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