Ad Infinitum ...

Oxymoron, half of a whole, a shadow… Attached never separate, stalking the light. The rhythm of life, a constant reminder, A tempo in exigency led by the grim reaper. An epitaph of eternal pilgrimage ad infinitum. The yin yang, integral to life as is our own shadow. We stand in sunlight; sleep in adumbrate. ~June Takay