Only by Cutting the Darkness may we ever truly know ourselves, or anyone else.
Under many forms these things are ever being reproduced, mutilated, and manipulated.
Round and round, like a wheel, ever turning and wearing thin.
Covered in Darkness that I’ve Cut to fit, I shine in black Light.
This is called equilibrium.
And he who holds the scales is God.
Art and Poem Copyright 2015 -Vincent Piazza