Focus: This Picture (I)

To empty here,
You must condense there
When it rains, the skies become clear
Nothing covers all like the night’s shadow
Everything would eventually burn,
Melt like a candle wax waxing away
Into oblivion, man is consumed
Different phases,
Opinionated cases,
Everything comes in two faces
Man masquerading man
Black and white
Day and night
Cold and hot
And we don’t need to choose any.

Victor Oyedele