Back to the subtle pool of dark
and deep that lay below illumination.
Wriggling, slippery scales of black
In a pool so deep it's hard to see,
hard to grasp.

Down the hall, in the realm of control,
pulling into light a dark shadow.
Maybe two, at the least one.

Pull it close,
touch it in mind,
know it and hold it,
just to let it go
into a watershed of tears.

It will eat ones self,
chewed by its kind.
So deep and dark, subtle and fooling
this pool of mind.