Between the actual & the supposed
I am a tiger of blood and metal
Crouching hidden in a
Grove of bamboo.
Between the settled & the uncertain
I am a heron of newspaper that
Crumples yellow with age.
Between the lasting & the fleeting
I am an obsidian ant queen that
Lays glass eggs in a
Palace of emerald.
Between the pleasing & the ugly
I am the sulphur smoke of post-celebration;
I am fireworks of salt.
Between the strong & the impotent
I am a denim rhino bejeweled with
Glossy buttons that celebrate
Battles of the past.
Between the exuberant & the surly
I am a chessboard with scorch marks;
I am the hand that knocks the
Pieces to the floor.
Between the terse & the wordy
I am a rubric of red ink that
Screams in the faces of
Children.
Between joy & despair
I am the candle of a
Shooting star that
Sprays wax across the
Galaxy.
Between victory & defeat
I am the mother that weeps.
Between love & hate
I am an infant
Safe in its cradle of
Mirrors and light.
Between life & death
I am an eternal fish
Sleeping away the
Centuries.
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