Dwelling in deep damp places,
often denied, always hidden.
Never far beneath the surface,
the beast, alter ego, nemesis of light.
Counterbalance mirror to virtuosity,
our necessary evil to all that is good.
He defines beauty in contrast,
a primal balance forged in creations kiln.
Willingly held captive, the drive,
embraced by love and understanding.
Strength and gentleness defined,
in eternal balance and harmony.
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 