I am a riddle

[adam_carhart]

We are in the dark, so cold and solemn. A calming dream, creeping, forever long until an Æther of illumination gleams a thought, still yet pitch, it touches, and it reveals, that the ever permeating tar that embraces, teaches, and tortures, will never fade. Suffocation, and yet a shallow breath it does allow. Still there, and never gone, but always just a silhouette of truth. Loneliness, and solitude - the allowance of greater epitome. On this itinerary, there will be a door that leads to a home. A place to be alone. Believe you me, when I do now say, that I can feel, and I can seem, but never will I ever be. My chase of this darkness, only swirls in a creamy, fading silk. A touch. It could be there- the pressure only appears. My energy unto yours and all in reverse, the nature of the connection contains a pitcher, half empty, half full, but always filling and falling, to be forever in motion, yet always changing to your opposite, but never mine, and back again twirling. It feels the motion, follows the sway, but there is a third, and yet also opposite. Its countenance is an essence yet strange. To be the opposite of two that are as well stark themselves? The confusion of a third. The meaning to be transpired unto those two both wanting- and thus no longer change. The third is the everything that can be, while the two still prior are but intact and contained. If there is an all there must be a none. What do I speak of? Where is this rhetoric to go from hence? There is a first, and one to follow, yet the opposite way. Confrontation continuing the normality of the constant. Perhaps it is the situation. Situation and counternothing. If there is a first, there can be none. Both before and after. The situation is the glimpse. The allowance of perception. The allowance of the greatest epitome. Perhaps best said in a picture that contains nothing, everything, but both things at the same moment. There are the situations arising from the counternothing, crawling, clawing, and wanting to return to that nothing.

I am a riddle. There is an answer. Do you know it?