(a suggestion is that
between each question,
take some time
to fully immerse/image
what is being asked
for in depth enjoyment
before reading on.)
Is darkness the lioness,
breathing hard after the chase
but before the kill is complete?
Is darkness a tall, looming large,
in an overshadowing way?
Is darkness our excuse
for literacy disguised as block print?
Is darkness another kind of logic
as our unclaimed part of the brain,
our reasoning for miracles,
our distance from genius,
our justifications,
for religion and war?
Is darkness a soul's smile
coming towards us
but yet fully unseen?
Is darkness any dimension
that has not succumb
to familiarity's greed?
Is darkness
the Stations of the Cross
as our inabilities towards change?
Is darkness like
the surround
of a lit flashlight spot
as what we use as frame?
Is darkness a self imposed leash
as leathery appointments
to keep us close
to apprehensions’ claims?
Is darkness
a pliable emotional means
for irrational oppositions
to almost anything?
Is darkness a state
of untapped refinement,
say, a rough cut of doom
until diamond is disclosure?
Is darkness a wardrobe
of the unknowables,
dancing in drag?
Is darkness the mother lode
of all futures withheld?
Is darkness the stage mother
behind the child prodigy
called “experiences' ”
ever ascent through life?
Is darkness a ground-figure solution
not yet surfaced-smoothed into mirror?
Is darkness a vacated place
of being,
not yet realized as whole?
Is darkness a unit
of evolutionary gain or loss?
Is darkness a cast,
like a spell?
Is darkness a permission
for any ritual’s formidability?
Is darkness an authorization
for any rebuke’s thoroughness?
Is darkness a sense,
like self-consciousness,
with a negation claim upon it,
based on unclear intent?
And lastly,
is darkness a state of mind,
as a set of skills,
a way of being,
maybe a location
and yet, in all ways,
part of our personal journey?
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