More Than a Handshake With Darkness

darkness invites bringing out the self that matters (free of all the chicanery brought on by daylight) inside the lit candle light (painting only part of the face, allowing a subtle beauty illustrated like standing neath’ the full moon) flickering & with a handshake of darkness unlike a politician’s fakery comes the shadows behind the faces & with a hug from the quiet calm of darkness comes the likening of death for which we are all eventually bound--- lured into the depths the first notion is to fear the second is to panic the third is to try & change the situation so as to find that comfortable soft white that the reading light brings or the annoying glare of the office fluorescents keeping your eyes open even if you are tired & sick of being the grinding tool, yes, the darkness washes all that away--- religions, which people run to when they can’t accept their own reality, or when they want to try & make their lives fulfilling by taking part in even larger lies than the ones that they tell themselves incessantly (to convince themselves that there is a need to be religious), frown on the darkness, for it is after all where all their imaginary demons reside & it is the final threat the one that will fade away like all the rest leaving us unafraid & hence more compassionate toward one another when we all are fine with darkness when death no longer holds the meaning that it currently seems to when we kiss & tell our exploits in the darkness without feeling one bit of guilt, when everyone no longer struggles for a “light at the end of the tunnel”--- the tunnel has nothing to hide.