It Will Be Dark (A Metamorphosis)

 

These words that stick out

little mysteries

 

They lodge

In my craw and bite

Back

 

Curious clues at first

Impotent

 

  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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