In the Dark

A little dark, I know.

Mind the gaps,

Wider they grow 

In the gathering dark.

Black skies won't hide

your face from

the unreality of everything

you can't see:

A veiled head,

a gloved hand-

open palmed and reaching

for something in the black

obscured by the black

swallowing the black- like Tori said,

"I'm black of the blackest ocean."

So you can't see 

that which engulfs you;

So mind the gaps,

what chasms await

the unminded step.

Depths unknown will rise and fall

As you float and sink

into the shade's shade

where light acquiesces:

Hopelessly, coldly,

where there are but

Memories, reflections and shadows

of unflinching, gathering darkness.