There is no change to spare–
Only stasis. Either light or dark;
That’s all there is, and I’m sick of it.
From the cosmos came a question;
Humans are the answer.
How long can we suffer between
Two extremes, pulled this way
And that by competing, contradicting forces?
I miss the brown and grey
Of yester-year. The infusion
Of good and bad to create something just right.
Neither dark nor light; merely drab.
Morose in the illuminating
Knowledge of pending night.
The world will end, you will too.
What will you do until then?
It is perilous to compromise your balance
While walking a tightrope. There isn’t always
A safety net below to save you should you fall.
A. J. Hayes
Give a poet a pen