lost in the craziness

under a pair of twin suns
one black and one white
walk and walk and walk
and never stop;

is it a shadow seen
to tell that the light is bright
from the overhead white?

or is the whole world dark
from the surrounding absence
that soars overhead?

we would pray but for the crazed muttering
that spills forth from our paralyzed lips;
we would dance but for the busted stuttering
that rattles forth from our aimless legs

so much we would…but for who we are…

 

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