What is the Tau, if not anything.
A dark night, beneath a blazing day.
A wet ocean, soaking under dry land.
A dead space, floating above a lively world.
But we cannot see the Tau.
For it is all around us.
A candle, fighting to stay lit.
A leaf, hanging on for the last time.
A flower, closing for the winter.
Tau is the binding of all things.
The binding of living and dead.
An early frost.
A birth of a life.
A morning rainbow.
The Tau always surrounds us
Yet it is never seen.
The beginning of life,
And the ending of death.
The opposition in the poem is very clear and I like that a lot, the word choice is really great.
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