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In the spectrum of darkness and light
The butterflies or the rocks barely stray
Far from the middle ground.

One end is light so pure
No eye can see its blinding source,
No mind conceive
The inside of its golden egg.

The other end is night
Denser, deeper than black holes
Where random rays are swallowed up
In pure nescience,
No light escapes its clutch,
No feelings or thought survive its holocaust.

Between these ends of the rainbow of the Universe
Move shadows and light,
The deepest darkness a mirror image
Of greatest light.