It's like lying awake at night; dark encompasses you.
Takes you somewhere sacred. A place known only to you.
A strange intimacy always seems to manage to make it's way though the blackness,
And showers you with aspiration and defeat in one instance.
The cold blackness splits.
Its seams rip.
A young light bursts in.
Blinding, you tremble.
The vacuum of its abnormality sick you in
New hope.