#depression #darkness

The Cosmic Dance

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

~~0~~

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

~~0~~

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

Author's Notes/Comments: 

There's a spooky tale that goes with this piece. 

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