On Falling Down the Full Stop At the End of a Sentence

Blind sight scattered my wits Like whitened bones Across the deserts of my mind. I descended into blackness. Love shrank into the tame cat By the fire,unacknowledged hate Grew to fill the room. I stared too much, A full stop grew gigantic Crowded out All the words in the sentence I saw nothing but this dot Now a gigantic black hole Into which I was dragged. An energy coming from within my own head Sucked me into the black hole. That place was the wrong sort of dearkness. Within that full stop, Love Fundamental became invisible. Disappered into the dark. I dragged my eyes away And saw the moon appear , so eerie, It shone,grey silver. If I had opened my eyees wider I would not now lament What I destroyed in the wormhole Of the black dot that drew my eye Into a tunnel of darkness It blinded me to the light Did not let me read the sentences Beside the full stop. An error of focus left hate Unacknowledged,unmitigated unredeemed, Kept from love or goodness Afraid to spoil my love with hate, The fear of hate became That which spoiled all else else, By freezing Love itself.