Does her beauty

Sustain an illusion

Or illuminate a reality?

Between insight and falsity

This gravity

My soul,

Floating through space.

Is she a star or the darkness;

Which of them denotes the eyes upon her face?

These eyes staring back at me,

That appear to see nothing

Yet somehow have their sight

And somehow keep me looking,

Admiring.

This is night viewing night

And Fire heating fire,

A longing that can feel its passion

The yearning of its own desire

It’s own bloodletting

Bleeding itself thin

Like a heart that can’t stop beating

Though it sees the gaping wound

Pumping life

And pumping death simultaneously.

Putting the paradox on display:

Life and death

Sight and blindness

Truth and illusion

Light and darkness

And all I can do is reconcile duality;

To see the actuality of her beauty being

And my being absolutely