Look, look into the light.
Do you see the light?
The light
which shines,
for which shines
Deep
In the hollow darkness.
The deep dark is calling
for me
Like a crow
Calling for me
to replace the light
Replace the light with darkness
The light feels like butter
Like when I rub my hands
together
causing friction. Like melted butter.
It feels like I dumped
the feathers out of my
pillow.
The pillow part.
That feeling,
when you get
a chocolate croissant
heated. At Starbucks.
That feeling of the bread
and that hopeful ding
in the microwave.
Indeed I do not
replace the light with
darkness.
The light gives laughter
hope, forgiveness,
joy.
The darkness
feels like a side of me,
A black part
Of my conscience
Like a threat to my pillow,
my butter, my croissant.
The darkness is an angel
The darkness is a devil.
The darkness is a mystery.
The darkness is a warning.
A caution.
The light is a sign of hope
the darkness will be gone.
When the darkness
covers the light
everything
is sad again.