The bitter persimmon the fruit of reality
you have choked my throat a sign of  frailty
I am awakened now from my delusions
I am Sober now pardon my confusions
I mistook you for more than you were
You were observing, taking note
You were counting taking rote
of inventory and money spent
we were brethren no, much to arrogant
Equal but apart
It was that way from the start
divided among stratum, gender and class
boundaries defined but broken like glass
You may see only in black in white
you want to keep separate the darkness and the light
But there is twilight in between
somewhere In the hazy sheen
There is dusk and the dawn
when the lights go out, you turn the light on