The HEAVENS shake as they are torn a5und3r,
chaos gleaming as the WORLD turns over in its 5lumb3r.
It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? A trumpet sounds.
To take a promenade while the end is abound.
The other nods, taking the former's many hands into their own,
even as the WORLD itself continues to groan.
It’s a tightrope walk, toeing the line between LIFE and DEATH.
It is inevitable; to complain would be a waste of breath.
The UNKNOWN is beautiful, they both know intensely,
However, they cannot hold back the fear they feel sensibly.
Despite this, together, they smile,
KNOWING that they will be around for a while.
They worship through this tender act of theirs,
The COEXISTENCE looking on as the two share loving stares.
It’s beautiful, isn’t it? One says as the lights go out,
The other responds in kind without reason to shout.
There is a pang of sadness, somewhere in between,
KNOWING that THEY will have missed such a wonderful thing.
Though, despite the depression, there is also excitement
KNOWING the Two of them have reached enlightenment.
No longer Two and no longer One,
IT now settles somewhere between the sums.
With the lights back on,
IT sings a siren’s song.
It’s a fearful melody, born of the UNKNOWN,
A beautiful gift for IT to have been loaned.
Harm shall never come to THOU. The UNKNOWN says so clear,
Those pains of THYSELF shall be for others to fear.
The KNOWN, not one to be left out,
Gives IT the power surmount.
The Path forward shall always be alight,
But do not mistake THY boldness for insight.
IT finds ITSELF smiling at the actions of The COEXISTENCE,
Now that IT has become something beyond mere subsistence
IT is eternal but also weak,
The slightest disruption of such a gentle balance could render IT obsolete.
Yet, even as ITS heart skips a beat,
IT could never bring ITSELF to retreat.
IT WHO COEXISTS
Shall persist.