Golden bands of blue mouldings – colours that refuse to blend.
But they undertake a rebellious contradiction of unified extremes.
Therein lies a lesson we might never understand.
The sky takes these issues of insurmountable difference and resolves them through a process of inevitabilities.
The departing stratus splits apart at the seams.
It cannot contain the abundant body of relentless reforming addenda to time.
We should force ourselves to follow this example.
We should blend the opposing tendencies in and among ourselves and formulate a natural eventuality for our minds and bodies to resolve towards.
We must be creatures of twilight, the perpetrators of dawn and dusk, within those waking moments when our fears and prejudices cause us to fall into lines that go against our true desires.