more than a handshake with darkness

darkness invites

bringing out the self that matters

(free of all the chicanery brought on by daylight)

inside the lit candle light

(painting only part of the face, allowing a subtle beauty

illustrated like standing neath’ the full moon)

flickering &

with a handshake of darkness

unlike a politician’s fakery

comes the shadows behind the faces &

with a hug from the quiet calm of darkness

comes the likening of death for which we are all

eventually bound---

lured into the depths

the first notion is to fear

the second is to panic

the third is to try &

change the situation

so as to find that comfortable

soft white

that the reading light brings or

the annoying glare of the office

fluorescents

keeping your eyes open

even if you are tired & sick of being the

grinding tool,

yes, the darkness washes all that away---

religions,

which people run to when they can’t accept their own

reality, or when they want to try & make their lives fulfilling

by taking part in even larger lies

than the ones that they tell themselves incessantly

(to convince themselves that there is a need to be religious),

frown on the darkness,

for it is after all where all their imaginary demons reside &

it is the final threat

the one that will fade away like all the rest

leaving us unafraid & hence more compassionate toward one another

when we all are fine with darkness

when death no longer holds the meaning that it currently seems to

when we kiss & tell our exploits

in the darkness

without feeling one bit of guilt,

when everyone no longer struggles for a

“light at the end of the tunnel”---

 

 

the tunnel has nothing to hide.