Travelers

by Brian Matthew Kessler





We ride alone,
yet together.
We are opposite,
yet equal,

the same.

We are infinite,
two,

one,

none.



   
We are everywhere,
anywhere,

there,

here,

nowhere.



   
We are not now,
but constantly.
We were then,
but never were,

never will be,

always will be.

  
We ride two paths,
but only one path.
We ride in opposite directions,
but the same direction.
We are never moving,
always moving.
We are never together,
never apart.
We have two destinations,
there is only one destination.
We have two destinies,
really one destiny,

but nothing destined.



   
We are skeptics,
yet we believe.
We are ignorant,
yet we know.
We are baffled,
yet we understand.
We have no morals,
yet we are not immoral.
We do not judge,
yet we make judgements.
  
We deny the supernatural,
yet declare everything magick.
We are speakers of lies,
but we speak only truth.
We are never evil,
not neutral,

nor good,

but ourselves.



   
We are the followers of folly,
yet wisdom.
We are ride into darkness,
but we head toward light.
We quit the night,
we seek the light.
We seek the night,
for therein lies the light,

the dawn of a new day,

a new age.

  
We are the paradox,
yet there is no contradiction.