How often do we imagine oppositions within a certain state?
The fierce competition made more real by the dark colours of black
shaded from the peacefulness of a pale white.
And yet does the moon not show both sides?
Full, pure with energy and pulsating desire -
transforming through phases, morphing into her own newness,
a single moment of prolonged disappearance
followed by that of a prophesized discovery?
And we consider ourselves to be so unsimilar -
our souls poured from the same cast, cast from the same mold.
And yet an angel became the devil -
but an angel still he is -
for who else could be an angel of darkness -
prince of lies and devastation?
And the opposing values, darkness claimed within our forlorn shells -
for christianity is its own opposition -
Separation.
Church vs. State.
Roe vs. Wade. -
And where does humanity come in?
