Find hands hidden in darkness to clasp tightly
fingers collaborating on a rhythm
Forgotten forms awake shining brightly
forging ahead with their own algorithm
forced to light all these things we find unsightly
fracturing the spectrum as would a prism
folding luminosity impolitely
founding between the light and dark a schism.

“Are you broken?” one will ask filled with concern
advancing further in the fragmentation
abstractions of color all they can discern
“Adventures are journeys with cracked foundations
ardent intentions will find intent returned.”
Approaching closer they refuse cessation
accepting each other as a lesson learned
and ascending to their annihilation.