It was a real spiritual kick when it was shown to me that I was
sitting in darkness,
afraid of the darkness,
complaining about the darkness
and not once thought that it was up
to me to seek the light.
I thought the light had abandoned me.
I was certain I was being punished
or that I was
and am totally on my own
Light didn’t exist.
Hope was for suckers.
And besides, not only am I not able to see very well in the dark what I’m really doing or “seeing,” I don’t see you very clearly either.
And neither of us can make much sense out of being in the dark – together – we simply keep bumping and barking and biting one another.