The light is singing.
Singing strongly in shadow.
Yes, I said the light
is in the shadow singing.
In that varied obscurity,
cleanly, with clarity
of darkness not absolute,
to you, to me, to us
( yes, I say always too)
is light's suave sister
brightly bringing truths.
Such things
which do not
always,
( nor, in all ways-
winging on the other side
or brave brightness
as they often are)
soothe us.
Crawling creaturely
in our cool corner
of this Universe,
at such distance
from a modest star's
burning, gaseous heart
it's plain we ought not
doubt the primal importance
of a darker parts power to inspire
and inform some small verse-
Such as one might dedicate
to the hauling hearse that
blackly, Cadlillac-ly clarifies
how death shines
a lovely light on
every wife who brings
Life's brightness to fruition
at every human's
moist, warm start.
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