What is this dark
that falls upon us?
This silence covers
like a blanket,
deeper than the stars
can penetrate.
Hold on,
let me peek outside,
but I fear
it is only getting worse.
Those that have cried
for justice
are now realizing
that it is not coming
so, they have settled
for blood.
Stake your claim
and state your currency.
By this writ
will you be paid.
Judgment will be meted
by the measure
of your choosing.
Isn’t that a comfort?
So, we sit here
in our ignorance.
Sometimes disconnecting
is a blessing.
I don’t know
of anyone,
who can handle everything,
all of the time
and live for very long.
Some people decry
the life of fungus,
kept in the dark,
and fed shit constantly.
What they don’t understand
is the delicate nature
of the biome,
and how they’re killing themselves
and their children
by being out there,
in the light
of ten million eyes.
Sometimes it’s best to hide.
The dark can be
our comfort and our friend,
from the withering gaze
of the light.
What do we become?
Nourished and nourishment.
Feeding the mind
in neurogenesis.
When this darkness lifts
what will we find?
A whole world
sterilized
while we still live,
to find a third side.
HG – 2022
