Yang

It will follow you. Everywhere you see. What is the other half? A part of you and me.

Dawn to dusk. Growing so small. At noon it’s gone. At twilight: tall.

Creeping continuous careless. Darker. Dismal. Dimmer. Following fleeting and fallen. Slithers sidelong simmers.

Stretched outlasted outcasted. The hater of all light. Broadcasts shine explosive. Darkens inner fright.

And it wouldn’t exist… without it’s lasting bane. Because pure darkness all looks just the same.