
Silent runes run
through his face,
the latitudes
and longitudes of history,
shed oblique shades
at limitations between East and West.
Opaque, guilt-ridden lines
redeem the fools and innocents
of Aztec gold,
remind the sacrifice
of ancient temples.
We all own a mirror that reflects the world around us. Occasionally we may see glimpses of other mirrors and by seeing realise that there are many ways to look and many ways to see. What lies between black and white, is it grey, is it colour, or is it everything? It is this contrast that give us shades and remind us... that beauty lies in the conflict between order and chaos. ( J.M.K.)
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