The truth about light and dark

The dark and the light squabble
They fight over the late afternoon...
aggressively
We can all pick sides, pretend we are not both

Love those serene interiors all pale all the time, all the way
Settle in to the planned light and shadow lack on white clay

In a room full of round objects unhealthily clean
Not an edge or corner can be seen there
and pale light can get into or under anywhere
Now that's a hell excessive, a no exit adult daycare

Love those artistic paintings three strokes of red
Multi dabble patch in the background, inspiration bled
quasi abstract and hoping to remain unsaid
A communist pond fishless but cluttered
A catholic pool predictably devoid of color

Now spring has taken the hemisphere charmingly
The light agrees with dark for the day in harmony
shaking hands upside down over the sunset
Winter was a tedious film editor long cuts of night
Developing everything with less participation of light

Love those long shadows that never deflate
 superheroes wear and call capes
Never truly giving in to the visual truth of samaritanism
Our minds crave an accessory to keep us in the prison
Imposed as fantasy against our soft needy confusion
ooohh swing me deep in your arms illusions

For light white and dark black do conspire
hark they do every earthly day
for the truth is possessed
by the haze in grey