7/21/03
Shadows tumbling in the dark.
It is a space for eyes to judge what they will see
And want to see.
And so the sometime-tumbling silhouettes
Of him and her stand side by side
And let the glass reflect the way
They want to see themselves.
She said,
I am the blackness
that can swallow you and pain,
envelop sorrows and desire and
let you into me and through me again,
never hungry, never full.
He said,
I am a fire,
I am power and desire,
I am the evidence of energy.
Let me light your vacuum
and I will drench you in the light.
And the mirror left them satisfied;
They were fulfilling their created roles
Of taking and of force.
For a while they left themselves
To the indescriminate satisfaction
Of shadows tumbling in the dark.
Over time,
When shadows had defined themselves
As seperate lines
And dimness had receded into light,
They would learn that a flame within a void
Finds but momentary flash,
That a void needs its completion,
And a fire needs its fuel.
