A Debt Against Darkness

We travel through a darkness,

holding hands,

against the fear

that nothing changes  —

or that all will change.


We make promises —

to the Mystery.

Bargaining our futures,

Running a tab,

we hope never to pay.


We cry and rage —

The storm is caught.

in stillness.

Trapped and locked.

With a lid that smothers us,


Anger and Terror melds itself

into a cold stone heart.

This egg is but an Ancient Worm

that gnaws on a feast

our blood, bone and brain provides.


Nothing changes….

And no soul’s screaming,

hastens the Sun’s Arrival.


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