Balancing Act

An explosion of color.
Dark and light.
The passion of Hell's ardor,
the bliss of Heaven's respite.

Soft and hard,
Strong and weak,
A balance sought,
A balance to keep.

Perfecting the form,
That was the difficulty.
but then, success!
A balance between the density and destiny.

A tide of red, slicing through,
constantly rushing forward,
forever onward.
Pulsating with the lifebeat of
Creation.

Thick white support for everything,
holding the world up,
support for the support structure within,
a combination of red and yellow inside the white.

Then came the soft;
the pink and gray,
the sickly yellow and pale blue,
the heat and warmth, the stickiness.

Glue to hold Creation together;
Glue to fuel Creation forward.

Soldiers and civilians,
Villains and victims.
White knights to banish ill,
Red peasants, hurt and overwhelmed.

A balance.

Slithering lengths of space,
Constant pressure,
lumps of red warmth,
black flushes of decay.

Creation.


If you wonder,
"How do you keep a body balanced?"
Just ask me.
After all, I created the damn things.