It Will Be Dark (A Metamorphosis)


These words that stick out

little mysteries


They lodge

In my craw and bite



Curious clues at first



  I sit with them


Until they majestically unfurl themselves ornate

Opaque passages.


Too terrible to avoid

Too insistent to ignore


And treacherous to traverse

But traversable they are. 


However sheer and impassable they feel.



It will be dark.

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