First draft I wrote on something that I feel actually doesn't suck. :)
I was originally inspired by Hart Crane's quote “People can know everything about us when we’re
dead. But for now it’s better to keep quiet.” It ended up taking a different direction.
Hush, he whispered in the evening air.
This world is too denominational, poised, to forgive our
rebuffed sins.
We’ve been divided since the dawning of time. Congested,
uninventive, bent, in an axel of faded devotion.
The continuous split is inevitable on this planet.
Black or white.
Pure or evil.
Hot or cold.
Up or down.
The rebels or the followers….the realists or the dreamers....
There’s always two sides, to divide.
Two.
Two cultivated storms.
Two narrow points of view.
Two volatile shadows, both in the dark, claiming to be
glimmering in the light.
The light of the true answer. The light of the proper way.
The glowing orb of correct consciousness.
For it is just not that simple.
