Two-as-one,
nothing else:
darkness has leaked
in and in on itself,
to a streak –
night’s essence,
across white stone,
once the sun.
No space time movement:
immortal moment.
Time, the meddler,
will rip, unravel
this strip, denseness,
dark validity;
after space, being elder,
sets in rapidity
stone to travel,
spin, with influences,
out of solidity –
high – hot – bright:
Day. Night.