Shadows Light: Poem by Frances Kay

Shadows Light:

Erroneous layers of two-bit players -
Till death is the duel of cyclone slayers
Both seeking to live, yet fighting to die
Is the front of their passage … the life of their lie?

On a voyage of discovery to find what is not
To be found in protection, guarding their lot -
Exhaustive the weight, of some misunderstood state
Is the armour, solicitous … the seal of their fate?

Condoning new landscapes, without having new eyes -
Seeking to control, the experience of life sighs
Whilst everything unfolds … as it must, without must!
Is sufficiency, deficient … the lack of their trust?

Depressed in deep rest, both seeking to die
Living is the momentum … embraced battle cry -
Honouring not shrinking, being comfortably numb
Is engaging the moment … a grand rule of thumb?

To the death rages war on the life of that one -
Opposing, engaging the heart beating drum
Risking, all of its memories to fight what's not owned
Is description, restriction … a thought that has roamed?

Limitation, the range of pretension at play
Fast forward, rewind... would the moment betray -
Fast track opportunity … lost, if not gained
Is the battle of life … to a death, not so aimed?

Would in truth such desire, and urge toward death
Be more of an incline, to seek life … expressed -
Opened up to authenticity, not future … nor past
Is depression, accession … to a state of deep rest, masked?

Life won't be silent, until life is full met -
Death the presumption … life circled, the stet
Of enormous persuasion, correction... proof-read
Is killing the old life … a way to Live, truth instead?

Beautiful mind's seek suicide inside time
When living's not allowed, to serve ordained climb
That's ambitious, notorious at raising hopes high
Is experience the honour … the prize, test we defy?

Should we render our walls with thoughts long gone by
Or address their potential with minds that can fly -
Rain like clouds, for a moment... upon us to expire
Is acceptance the gift … point of which, both retire?

With a thought that is fought... an enemy to succumb
Dark the memory of law, with a light is undone
When aid flashes, potential... truth has begun
Is a parading of eyes... grander, under one done?