all comes in black, then white
untameable linear path
segments of history chime
as you toil to make sense
of some small moment passing
riding wild with a wild heart
unwilling to be slave or master
to dreams not your own dreaming
and you try to live true
true to something so much bigger
something beyond all capture
and it dwells with you
a silence beyond silent
and it is black, and then, it is white.