The Red and The Black

A coin spinning in an illimitable world of space and chance
A taken opportunity, a thousand possibilities falter
At best, to see with untarnished vision, the universe shrunk to the size of a decision, and worst, the binding of flesh to time and knowledge to earth.
The glimmer of hope in a suns all seeing eye,
The pallid paucity of anticipation in the nights unforgiving emptiness.

Do you take the chance?
Do you build on the dust of the past and the great?
Do you remember the faded fallen, their words still making the world?
Do you see a world with the red of a fire burning, the beacon of the risen?

Do you hide from a life less ordinary?
Do you follow the path of the many, on an apathetic road to wherever and elsewhere?
Do you see the faces, but not the souls, in a million mirrors forever pointing down?
Do you see the world with the black of a closed book with a final chapter known but not written.?

We know the past
We live the now
We expect a future
We thread our lives through unknowable truths and unquestionable answers
Comfortably blind and contentedly deaf to the unthinkable beyond and an inexorable death.

Control is myth, power built through need
Chaos dwells in the cracks of the illusion
Waiting to waken those who can see a better future.
And shatter those who live the lie.


The coin spins for the free and the chained
Ignorance is bliss but what bliss will remain?