He was delight and agony
He was catastrophic and remedying
He was fact and fiction
He was gain and loss
He was strength and weakness
He was sacred and corrupt
He was beautiful and unsightly
He was light and pitch-black
He was everything and nothing.
I am mourning and celebrating
I am scorn and forgiveness
I am anger and calm
I am vile and kind
I am certain and confused
I am confident and lost
I am concrete and clay
I am aware and asleep
I am alive and dead.
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