The sky is a greenish-grey with ominous clouds in the distance
Marring our view of the horizon. My eyes followed the phone lines
Up and down, up and down
Until I became nauseated.
The fear we feel -when the headlights of passing cars pierce the darkness is Indescribable.
Fools use the light of torches to find their way in darkness.
They need to shun the light to find their way to darkness.
They do not know that it is only in darkness they can find the truth and are not
Dazzled by the light in their lies.
We are as afraid of the light as they are of the dark.
We must all embrace the dark.
Dark leaches passion for conflict-
War, politics, religion.
Dark takes away your humanity,
but it’s a good thing.
Dark symbolizes death - but it’s a good thing
Soulless like a body at death
Should we Despair?
Light is bad.
Emotion,
rage,
conflict,
heady confusion
Desperation to find something, but what?
THE DARK.
People afraid of the dark,
afraid to find peace.
Step into the dark,
Step into peace!
Healing.
People seek the dark, -Are they afraid of life?
They seem like living things, like sentient beings.
“Neon light haunts us.
-Too bright!
Telephone lines teeming with power, buzzing their warning.”
Dark brings silence --brings peace.
Cool breeze across our faces wipes the anxiety and tension from our brows.
Behind these clouds in the mist
Bodies cling to themselves, waiting for Blessed Darkness to complete its
Work in removing that violent- evil- hateful- oppressive- light from them.
We join them, those bodies in the mist. We have escaped our oppressors so we lie
Together, huddled on the ground, and serenely wait for the Darkness to -
Release us.
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