Did it ever surprise you?
My persistent yen for a darkness all consuming.
Blacker than the soot on my dreams.
There’s no curiosity left in its shroud.
Nor the urge to chase after hope.
Only thoughts, and perhaps telepathy to communicate with.
It’s easy for me here …
Easy to find the fodder for my imagination.
I retrace my memories,
Sifting through a million inchoate ideas.
Waiting for one to crystallize.
People don’t attack people here,
Even truth seems expected in all its starkness.
But I’ve grown used to your presence in the darkness.
Oh Lord! Please take me to the light.