I am that murky middle man.

While edges cut and faces bruise,

I am that murky middle man.

While opposites stay fixed apart,

I am that murky middle man.

While surface curves within its mold,

I am that murky middle man.

Though spectrums name me one thereon,

I am that murky middle man.

Though spaces beg me be within,

I am that murky middle man.

Though should’s insist me ever meek,

I am that murky middle man.

If light to come wills darkness past,

I am that murky middle man.

If both are now and ever were,

I am that murky middle man.

If only darkness is and ends,

I am that murky middle man.

If ever you and they were same,

I am that murky middle man.

If you and they cannot lack me,

I am that murky middle man.

If you and they must then be we,

We are murky middle people.