Isn’t it beautiful?
The bitter alliance between light and itself
Looks kind of like a mirror,
The flipped side of a dancing coin
That seems to wage inner wars
Like a sea
Because there were parts of itself the light thought was ugly
It was convinced that they were opposites,
That the world was made of opposites.
But really they blend
And mix.
As if despite their war
They are drawn together and mixed into
Paint.
Paint to make the world look separated and connected
All at once.

Isn’t it beautiful?
That the things we see are illusions and realities
All packed and shipped to your eyes
With a nice little bow that seems to say:
“Look at me”
That everything is so different and the same
That all we see is
Paint.
Splattered and deliberate with its imperfection on every line
That seems to guide us towards our doom.
Towards an end.
Towards a beginning.
Towards a sun split in half by the world under our feet
Lingering; beckoning,
Before heading off on its path.

Isn’t it beautiful?
That a curse is just a blessing
Because the blessing wanted to be a curse.
That a frown is just a lost smile that had no trail to follow
And went upside down trying
To find a way
Out.
That our lives are followed by death,
And the fact that death bothered to follow gives life a
Purpose.
That we’re cursed to break
When we look for things to
Fix us.
That strength is such a wonderful thing because there isn’t
Enough of it.
That in the end, all of it mixes.
Into paint.

There are so many infections here.
Nasty, ugly, cruel infections that came from open wounds that hated the way they were
Pushed aside and forgotten.
Because we forget.
We forget to look and listen rather than just see and hear.
We forget that promises are meant to be anchors and not
Chains.
And we forget because we can’t
Remember what our hearts looked like before they were broken.
And we forget to remember until
We forget forgetting.
Until we don’t know what it takes to look and listen for a way
Back.
But,
…When we start to see how to look.
…When we start to hear how to listen.
We remember.
And isn’t it beautiful?