nothing new

light and dark have been
the hours of my life
light and dark my heart

light and dark have
been the people
who played their part

nothing was quite
one or the other - there
were no perfect things

it was all shaded,
muted, mixed, broken
melded, endless blossomings

of dissolute places, situations,
problems, swords to parry
battles to be won

I am done now - there 
is no point to any of it
all the same under the sun

One Year Round The Sun
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