c l e a r   d a r k n e s s



there are sounds everywhere,
making some sort of alternate reality around me.  
the absense of one constant, 
overpowering light is at one time pleasant
and frightening.
what if the sun never did rise?
we would all sit around
in the dark, 
and the shiny happy people, 
they slowly fade and die, 
and the rest, 
those that were the true survivors,
the strong, the visionaries,
we would take all that there was to take.  
we would love our darkness, 
that which does not see the minute inaccuracies, 
the little misdoings, 
hiding them in a vail of blindness that comforts 
and allows for the free ramblings, rompings, rampagings 
of a culture that wants so much to be happy 
yet loves the pain, 
often looking to darkness with wide blue eyes 
and opening its arms to the inviting cold, 
maybe asking it to reach out 
and touch the unexpecting face that stands before it, 
unassuming, and unaffraid...