Born of shadow bred of night.
Feeds the fear dims the light.
When good ascends I slip below.
A mirrors curse, a hidden foe.
Down I plunge with silent might.
Never rising, shunning light.
What am I never climbing.
Nor Stand at all?

Not a god, not a devil, nor man, or beast, person? Nothing at all.

Light cast shadow, Day a Night, Good a fall.

Query? Where does the wind blow towards and further more where did it come from? Mass forms and entropy follows. Information is inherent is matter? But does it matter? Why write anything to begin with? Pleroma because Kenoma? What fills the void? Why is All of It so? Why why why....
Roses blooming, children are born, two meet causing loneliness to cease. By yourself something did form, a need, an urge, something unignored. What is it? You feel it about yourself and of significant other. It holds the bonds together.