Black and White, Day and Night
꧂A poem about dualistic thinking

What is our kryptonite? We see in black or white We thrive in day or night As though the world is a binary scene – From our visceral genes.
Do genes dictate “might makes right”? Constant fight or flight Absolute wrong or right As though the reality is where we lean – From our historical wins.
Perhaps not quite right? Our eyes are neither black nor white Our minds are neither dark nor bright As though we are not the extremes nor mean – But the beautiful red, blue, green.
© Marmotian 2022
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