Making sense of everything

“Evil cannot and will not be vanquished by evil. Dark will only swallow dark and deepen. The good and the light are the keenest weapons.” 
― Nora Roberts

Once there was darkness,

not the opposite of light,

but a darkness that preceded

light, before a divine fiat

brought colours, patterns,

shapes, forms, the vast

macrocosm and microcosms

of it into existence, and though

I perceive it all – the fractals and

the whole, I stand at a distance,

never communing with

the grand design,

possessed by the darkness

which is not the opposite

of light, perhaps best described

as an unrivalled darkness

that transcends light,

unparagoned in its intensity,

antipodal to serenity,

an indescribable gloom

where horrors haunt,

stretching forth tenebrous limbs,

suppressing truth and robbing

me of aesthetic sense,

it’s a darkness that lives

and breathes, a darkness

that devours.

Once there was light,

a superlative light, not the

opposite of darkness,

but it now hides,

wanting to wage war, but

waiting… waiting,

and I wait too, hoping

for beauty, love, peace, and

hope, a perennial struggle

reflecting a bigger cosmic war.

Inspired a little by Eugene Thacker’s Starry Speculative Corpse

Photo by Gabriella Clare Marino on Unsplash