The light
That slides
between the blinds
Cuts across
the page
To distort
the darkness
The bright
Is different
from the dark
The dark
being formless
The bright
with sharpness
It’s like
The existence
between two
People who could
be close
But not really
They psych
Play games
Since one
person knows
The other won’t
play
So neither of
them play
And dance
alone
But to the
same tune
Waiting for
the song to finish
2-13-1980
Revised
3-11-2016