I am the dead heat of incoming
and the relief of outgoing –
the side-riding draw and the ex of inhale;
Together I am the sweetness in the sigh.
I am the bright incandescent sun
and the blackness of starry night-
the coeval push and the pull of the sail;
Undivided by my luminescent levers
I am only My One Still Light.
I am the no of compression
and the yes of explosion-
the universal coinciding go and the stay;
Yet always am I the Stillness,
only does it ever seem
by my opposites voiding
like I am my two lights in motion.
Copyright@Darcie French 2017