The space between the binaries,
like the water of the waterfall
between the ledge and the lake,
is impetuous and temporally wasted.
The epochal interregnum between the binaries
Of Right and Wrong, Of Yes and No,
looks down the soul
of the instrumental scientific temper of the times,
of Modernity,
of the primordial culture in vogue,
of the glazing surface intellect,
of the deafening sound of silence.
It bypasses the human frailties and
eavesdrop on life growing into death.
There is a quixotic tinge to
the space between the binaries.
There, lie the unheard and unexplored
treasure troves of significant insignificance.
While fathoming the emptiness inside,
and traversing the edges of the lunatic fringe,
life comes to death
and death to life.
