When Seen in a Certain Light

There are dark parts, even in the light.
The all really is what it's cracked up,
 and not and already and always and never.
Let not pause the litany of the open road.

Dark necessities. Open to the stars.
To void. To full. Let this oracle spin
tale to true. Straw to gold.
The important thing is beauty. Let me
tether to that ineffable.