Indivisible

There is a light at the very edge

Where elapsing lines of impermanence

Weave in and then fall away like scorched lace

Always; always just within desperate grasp

But never; ever near enough to save us

Any more than a candle can redeem grace

Nor can a perfect prayer make the night

Indivisible from the visible and the invisible

Things that walk the paths of this tortured place

Testaments to the devils and the angels we avoid

To know; to dance with; to lie with; to die for

What we are and are not - are parts of the same face

What words can be said; written; spoken

What love can be given; taken; wasted

That will ever explain why we seek the empty space

The dark at the very edge

Where elapsing shades of permanence

Pour and fill the universe like an empty vase