Shadowed Light

A light's shining through,

But I can't quite place it.

I've narrowed it to two points,

But I can't figure out

Which one it is.

It's odd, really.

The points are opposites,

Different sides of the spectrum,

Of ever spectrum.

Both of them are just as likely as the other,

Both of them likely to be so radiant,

But I can't tell through the thick clouds

That fill the sky.

The End

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