Within a heart
there is light and dark
a prism beholden to both
that splits them unto the walls of it
and both are there and not
for once felt, as yet observed
the other hides, as if shadowed
or shown upon
for light is not;
when shadowed,
and dark is not;
when shined,
never coinciding
nor ever together
only as a wave felt; the ebb and flow
one then the other,
and when once, with rarety, felt together or seen
the heart, in its entirety, would be in turmoil
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