From sparkling windows see
The spires of the New
Jerusalem a-shining.
Here’s no iniquity
To vex or trouble you
Or mar your soul’s refining.
From smutted windows see
The towers of Sodom rise,
The mean streets of Gomorrah.
Here’s no divinity
To undefile your eyes
Or save you from tomorrow.
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you nailed it here, xanadu, two equal and opposite attractions; i know full well that they both exert a pull on you.
which is as it should be, for what good is an unequal fight?
better to lose a close one than win by a ridiculous and thus futile margin.
Hi, Montecristo,
say hi to Lasha for me please? I really enjoyed your poem. Light and dark indeed.