I could feel the intrepid interlocking of emotions, in fact, sometimes one must muse about some things.

Why must the light require darkness?
The mortals with infantile queries
Mummified in the frigid shell
Of dualistic hallucination
Carve their tunnels through
Sweet bitterness of the
Lush, unsavory world.

Light must require darkness to reign supreme, although at times scribbling these poem makes you really key into your inner mind and make you so encapsulated with emotion you basically pen words it's like it's living in the blood.

This one is sweet as sugar baked in ice cube, I'm really glad I read @d-pend.

How have you been?