Paradox (Thus the Future)

I dislike you: the beat of hate: but I love you: the gift of fate.
And venom tears, the stream of guile, a serpent live, a
Moral vile. And adder lies, the pond of death, the weft of
Heart, the art of breath. And depth the soul, a demon fair, a
Sylph to lust, with raven hair. My blood to shift, the kiss of
Pus, a bliss of bile, the rift of trust. But spring to life, the
Vase of vines, the wings of truth, despite the blind. And soul
Adrift, the feast of plight, aloft the clouds, the weft of light.    

Thus the future, a tender reed, the scope of art, the arc of
Dreams. And dearest swan, my ache and soul, abide the heart,
The spark of gold. For fang to asp, the twist of death, the
Wings of love, the drums of kef. Thus the future, the reign of
Joy, despite the venom, the vicious ploy. And soul adrift,
The feast of plight, aloft the clouds, the weft of light.