Light the essence of that is seen
Dark the presence of all the is hidden
In equal measure love is but a thought
And hate takes quite a bit of thought
From the nightmare that springs you in fear from bed
Find comfort in the new day’s lights embrace
The ocean deep is a stubborn brute that will succeed
The unbending rock is a stubborn brute that will fail
Time plays tricks; it folds in upon its self ever moving
Space lays out in solid focus a path to be followed
In the end there was a beginning
In the Beginning there will be an end
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