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Love within, darkness without

Insomnia lies within a sea of white.
Whilst he sleeps under a blue black sky,
She slips into greenish light.

Gold moons drift
Next to faster fading shooting stars
Within a blue nights shift.

Under a raven risen angel they sit talking.
He walks within darkness out of the blood white night..
Life's wing shot, he falls, dead walking.

A breast in an orange sea of silk
Spurning summer's fire ignited kiss.
She is not of this ilk.

De-humanised fish swim.
Within, without, a purple green maelstrom
A name is consumed. Not of him.

Rising, above gods of black and white,
Through the bleak boundaries of the room around them,
She sleeps troubled within the light.

A gargoyle laughs,
Spewing rain from it's tortured twisted mouth.
Below, gothic spires reach up.

Never more than tapping
Stopping sleeping starting, like something
Inside rapping.

Art stems from beauty?
A chosen cyclical consumption of the self.
Darkness within, without beauty?

Love lies.
Inside eight white walls oppressively staring.
Inside the mind Beauty flies.

Without You.
Consciousness leaves a remnant after
Death. Or is nothing new?

Darkness, love, art and beauty
Inside ourselves outside of others.
Love is darkness. Art is beauty.