Two, world’s apart
Whose place is together
In common circumference
Of World spinning Story
One, the proud Standard-Bearer
Of light within darkness
An illumination
Of rectangularity
Held stiffly erect
With All in Order
The Other, a haphazard glimmering
Of darkness in light
A chaotic turbulence
Of fluid movement
Of Order in All
Wherein can be found meaning
Of vital significance
A Communion of holes
Each seeking relief
Obscured by the clutter
Of everyday Strife
Can we feel those holes
At the heart of souls
Or, must we make Shutters
To freeze the moment
Of objective vision?
