One

I reflect
as a moonlit lake
deep and eternal
whose face
dark and opaque
reflects those poor souls
who wander too close
and lose themselves -
drowned -
in its ancient eye
whose abundant
life kills.

Yet as a desert
I exist
maintaining lake's form
so dry yet so
drowned
and all as One.

Am I as alien to you as you to me?

Do you distance
yourself from this
illusionary reality
- this -
which the Greeks
evaded through art?

Dionysus, Apollo,
what would you say
to that lake,
that desert,
that distance?

But is it this distance
which catalyses the
abolition
of that shroud
which blinds perception?

Dionysiac, Apolline,
Drought, Drowned.
Opposers as allies,
distance as treaties,
and now
all seems as
One.