Darkness, still, surrounding me,
filling up my eyes.
No sound or movement reaches through
this cloudy blackened vise.
I move silent, searchingly,
and seek chance of escape.
And notice, only fleetingly,
the brush that light can make;
I whirl about and turn to face
this blinding, formless foe,
And find again no answers
to the questions I must know.
I forge ahead despite the
painful brightness I must face,
And seek to learn that which I can
of this ungodly place.
For if I cannot find in dark
the solution to my plight.
Then I must seek it on within the
searing realm of light.

10/14/1999

Posted on 09/25/2001
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