Two Songs, of Anguish and of Hope


The preference of dark over light is not a matter, you see,

Of “avoiding” daytime, light and its laurels.

Nor does one prefer light to dark

By furtive evasion of day’s naked bloom.

One seeks the dark because, well,

One likes dark and its fog, its broken screams

Drowned in murky silence

The sort only these pages and palms



Or does one?


There is a part of me that recognizes these songs.

That part —

That part is no longer —

It’s —

We are sands on a bleached shore.

(or are we?)


~ by Benji on 13 December 2014.

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