countless eons past, countless eons yet
across the universe, betwixt the multiverse
the dancers perform fate’s ballet
light and dark, night and day
good and bad, devil and god
white and black, yin and yang
they waltz and jive, swirl and twirl
touching all, perceived by few
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petty boy interned in this man’s body
struggles and strains under hope forlorn
belief long smothered, faith afore choked
dark revelation, prophesied inward
i am one with the black
i belong to mistress yin
a man of sorrow constant, mere acquaintance of joy
yearned for light, but spurned by mr. yang
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succumbing to the night, seduced of yin’s embrace
the boy/man dreams of succubus release
perhaps i can float down here (echoes of pennywise)
shed drab embodiment, glide into yin’s dark void…
cosmic music shifts, the accent changes, dancers whisk and chassé
yang’s bright light dawns, carried by bearers three
love reborn, hope rekindled, shadows retreat,
the cosmic dance spins on