Once and So, All and None
me, you, here we stand,
eye-to-eye, we shake hands.
together we scout of what was,
and embrace the grieves of what lost.

looking down from where we stood,
from the alley high with answers good.
counting the shadows under my sway,
and tally what’s left of their inadequate days.

he who perish and wails,
with every shadow of his’ that sails.
in days with air of dim,
I am no one but I am him.

she who cheers and revolves,
around all little pace that resolves.
in dim days of lucky mere,
I realize in joy as I am her.

they who hide where comes fail,
who conceals in fear when comes ail.
in suppose days of frail and damn,
I lie to elude as I am them.

with everything and every one,
I am all as I am none.
with every day and every slay,
which ushers all a bedlam of may.

in the cloud of wits,
where the contrast meets.
with divine upon a dividing line,
that alters all with every dine.

all of me in the alley, between and along,
one and two, stand or lay, not for long.
as a swamp of darkness lurks the light,
that engulfs those against their rights.

flashing across then and now,
to those who wane, you have my bows,
as the land is now without your share,
and I am now without your care.

for those who left, there leaves a space,
for a new to come to replace the pace.
so the new would be as it was old,
with the same on stage but a different told.

I am none as I am all,
then and to be, for now I stand tall.
with you from then, be blessed and gone,
who in to be, we will become.


Łŋ
2008