Between the Silence AND the Noise

...And I will want your affection
as badly as anything
But I am not a masochist
I can learn to let go of this
Your words they tried
but did not win
they broke down walls
but I did not let them in

And there is that fine line between
LOVE & HATE
the tight-rope between zen-like intelligence
and pure emotion
where I dance and float
with confidence
above an endless ocean
of tears
a bottomless pit
of dark and reasonless fears

And I never cry my heart out
ANYMORE
maybe my tear ducts have run dry
but I am not afraid to feel
or to think
there must be a balance
between
intuition & intellect
between
my cortex and my reptilian brain
between the nothingness of purity
and the stains
and spots which must remain
I find the beauty
in the perverse & the pure
the left & right
the black and white
while I happily walk the tightrope
graceful with clumsy poise
between the day & night
between the silence & the noise

ily 2001