Where only black and gold are, gods will lie

In wait. The black ones are uncountable,

The gold ones only three.   The black ones fly

Around and in us, unsurmountable

The distances between the black and gold

Ones though they bash against each other’s force.

Our essences resist the dark ones, scold

Them, but they swarm.  We cannot find divorce

From gold or black.  The gold ones are all love.

You know which ones.  They are the purity

Of adoration of yourself above,

Like you, highest carat security.

  Forget the black. Forget the gold. Instead

    You are the reason loving must be wed.

~ Phillip Whidden