The Woodland, the Urban

Coupled with a vacant silence surrounding the area

A hapless man met voices in his head, few and far between

Stumbling through a darkness only God could pierce with His eyes

The man was alone, and even the Woodland around him, dense with mass

Seemed to fill no volume of his surroundings

Fathoms away was a city with a nightly pulse

An egregious man met his friends, with more and more joining

Walking with a swagger through the blinding lights of the Urban

The man was in caring company, and the city around him, brimming with life

Filled every sense and crevice of his mind

The man soon came upon a path, well worn in a wild Woodland

He was faced with a decision to follow north or wander pathetically

Looking above for reassurance from God, he wisely chose the path

And, for once, was seeing with heavenly eyes through a lighter darkness

Sensing a voluminous setting far ahead

The night well over, the man walked the long sidewalks home

Finding himself suddenly at the edge of the city: to turn south or wander pathetically

Looking around to see he was alone, he foolishly chose to wander

And, for once, found it harder to see through the blinding darkness of the Woodland

Sensing a dense emptiness far ahead

The man soon reached the end of the worn path, terminating in trees

He hunched with his eyes, his sight fading to a familiar darkness

Moving to sit and finally rest on the ground, he drifted in mind

Transitioning to a dream of a pulsating city, the blinding lights of the Urban

The knowledge of never going home

A long night, searching for something he knew not, the man found the end

He stood straight with his eyes, his sight sharpening to a familiar clarity

Keeping his stance and staring the trees down, he drifted in mind

Transitioning to a dream of where he was, the stifling pall of the Woodland

The knowledge of never going home

A flash, a bang, the man on the ground was looking up at his counterpart

Both men staring, wide-eyed at the enigma before them

They wasted their breath, questioning every aspect of their meeting, their environment

Captivated by the strangeness, and yet the predictability of this fateful night

Both men feeling what they lacked

They soon asked questions of each other with incredible depth and detail

Each man narrated his experiences, interpretations, and feelings

Filling a half of themselves they were sadly unaware of, that was always there

Slowly transitioning to a dream, each of them was satisfied and slept

They awoke alone, where they had been, each of the other: the Woodland, the Urban