not to be, or is it?

i hurl myself at tomorrow, the only chance in one of being alive
whole new perspective, set of perceptions, in whole new matrix, still viewed the same
one may be wrong, two sounds more right, if two know the feeling of one in the night
dark and cold offer stillness for the sitter the offer of silence is silence so pure
blackness and whiteness are one and the same
an empire to build or a grave to be filled
and silent so silent in simple pure thought