contest

was there ever a time
of greater loneliness
when the clouds themselves
would weep in solitude?
was there ever a moment
so sanguine and new
when the rain would wash
the earthly canvass clean?
as in my mind like a cloud
wrestling with the sun
a dance of shadows and
sunlight for each its own
to champion
what will it be
well being or despair
transcendence or violence?
the earth hangs in the
balance of the holographic
mind