Red and Blue, balanced in space and time,
Identities all their own. That which is
Red can never be Blue, two edges
On a continuum of light, each dark,
Each bright, balanced on a fulcrum.
Balance is a precarious, breathless moment.
Wait … wait … then time comes pushing through.
What once was can never be again, and
To be is to become what is not now.
The metamorphosis of existence.
Red and Blue, merging in space and time.
Identities integrating to become something
Different from themselves. Lighter,
Brighter, energy of motion transformed
To the core of existence. Yellow.
Identities all their own. That which is
Red can never be Blue, two edges
On a continuum of light, each dark,
Each bright, balanced on a fulcrum.
Balance is a precarious, breathless moment.
Wait … wait … then time comes pushing through.
What once was can never be again, and
To be is to become what is not now.
The metamorphosis of existence.
Red and Blue, merging in space and time.
Identities integrating to become something
Different from themselves. Lighter,
Brighter, energy of motion transformed
To the core of existence. Yellow.
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