A pair of farces
Not exactly opposites
Never exact representations of reality
There's always a little story to extract
Or a little vagueness to discover
A bit of translucency in the mirror
Or a blur on the lenses
Facing both, you face neither
A foothold's purchase won
With a slide down the hillside
Glass is a broken analogy
The cracks are too clear
Bang the table and demand clarity
And obscurity will chase you from the room
Obfuscate too vigorously
And clarity will be revealed
Is there a middle ground?
It's evident on the one hand
Ineffable on the other
Roman Ryan 