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Dark Search – the search engine
colored by ravens, midnight and black holes proudly presents a
work by the eminent poet Julia Shire.
On The Color of Darkness - Nyctophobia
I never really understood it. Maybe on some superficial level,
yes.
I could see how it would be scary, your eyes open wide,
dilated to their limits, and still blackness, knowing in your
muscles
that you are still there, in one piece, but suddenly nothing to
see.
There are plenty of things that happen in darkness to fear, I
suppose.
Rats, cockroaches, the scurrying night creatures.
Do we fear the dark because of them, or fear them because of the
dark –
the blackness that leaves them unphased? Capable to move, to see,
to
attack – even –
out beyond our abilities.
I can understand, in a way, how it would cause terror
to well inside someone, the unknown, the quiet, the uncontrollable.
But I never suffered this way. I took comfort in the darkness,
reaching deep inside
myself to some memory before time, before the sun.
The dark comes knocking, I let it in and it wraps me
in oblivion.
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