Along with it's companion prologue (following) the contrast of which I speak is defined a little more clearly. From The Sky Stretches Blue

Contrast Of A Daze? by Eric Franklin Crow

Contrast of a daze
Inside - vivid and extreme
Outside - still and lifeless

Like a flaming stoneface:
Room for another
Inside the stupor?

Blessing of snapping out
Always takes over
Reviving toward simplicity

Victory of return
In the dropping down:
Others do relate

My "fortune" is not unique.

Prologue: Tongue

Enslaved
By the words
Of a sick tongue
That has forsaken love.
...If the rain
Can even escape
The slings and arrows
Of being called wet
By the same...

©2007 Eric Franklin Crow