Yang
And Yin.
There was an expectant pause. Morey said, “I—uh—” “Wraps it all up, doesn’t it?” Bigelow’s wife demanded. “Oh, if only others could see it as clearly as you do! The robot peril and the robot savior. Starvation and surfeit. Always twoness, always!”
Bigelow patted Morey’s shoulder. “The next stanza makes it even clearer,” he said. “It’s really very clever—I shouldn’t say it, of course, but it’s Howland’s as much as it’s mine. He helped me with the verses.” Morey darted a glance at Howland, but Howland was carefully looking away. “Third stanza,” said Bigelow. “This is a hard one, because it’s long, so pay attention.”
Justice, tip your sightless scales; One pan rises, one pan fails.
“Howland,” he interrupted himself, “are you sure about that rhyme? I always trip over it. Well, anyway:
Add to A and B grows less;
A’s B’s partner, nonetheless.
Next, the Twoness that there be
In even electricity.