The Flame
asked the Darkness rather brightly,
"Who are you?
Of what substance do you derive
your essence?"
The Darkness paused
its ponderous depths, and answered
"Of all that you are not comprised,
Of all that you cannot imagine,
Of all that is NOT."

The Flame flickered self-consciously,
for it grew unsteady,
but in a flash of illumination, countered -
"So if you cannot be collected,
you cannot be named,
in your unimaginable fathomless deep,
my being signals your non-being.
Therefore while you are simply not,
I AM"