Do you see what I see...

Dark, light, cold and warmth
Love, hate, apathy, and excitement.
A full panoply of life
And a picture of bent

Amusement, intense passion
A product of dreams
Nothing what it really is
Nothing as it seems

To be. Yet all is as it should
Be.  All is wonderful, perfect,
Onederous, as dark and light
both reflect

But what is the nature of the
object that reflects truth?
It is empty of all meaning
And devoid of anything

Which the viewer sees
Or the seeker seeks.
Scavenged from the misfortune
Of others, caught within the scavenger's beaks.