the weave holds

that dark trench of wave

on the big night of the grandshake

rolls onward

it's own experience sufficient

to cause it's opposite

finally

as it was before the beginning

so shall it be in the end,

timeless as it ever was

it's the over the top

and sucked into the undertow

all at once

the warp and the weft

riding the balance

the grace and the ignorance

the forgiveness and the sin

the beauty and the bullshit

there's no candle that doesn't affect the dark

there's no light extinguished thereby either

read it again

and again

and again

and again

once more

into the breach, my friends