Darkness is not a death, does not obliterate,

Will not bury you or take your breath away.

Darkness will not erase you the way it erases day with night

Because darkness is not the clock but merely the time

Falling away from the clock's circular face.

Darkness is not the loss but the thing misplaced,

Not the hammer but the nail in its curved emergence

From wood's grasp, not the storm's insurgence

But the limbs broken off from their miraculous

Suspension in a storm out far, beyond us.

Darkness is not about hearts, imperfect as they are,

But what leaks through their incorrigible doors, not the stars

But the glissade or glide of their dust.

Darkness no longer shields the hunters' musk

In search of you, or turns you to animal prey,

It is only a measure of weight or days.

Not something without a beginning or an end,

It is not even—especially not—an end.

Nor is it vertigo, nor the whole, but merely a piece.

No, darkness is but a ghost of an idea, the least

Remembered, most estranged prayer, and your fear

But a lingering, limbic fear torn from shreds of forgotten years.

Only that much is clear.

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In the dark you will not die or disappear in any way possible.

You will not be erased like that day is because darkness is only time being taken away.

Darkness is always something it is not nothing it will always be something beyond us.

Its not about what you are its about something beyond what you are and ever will be.

Darkness is not out to get you and it never will be out to get you.

Just because its dark never means that the end of something is near.

Its nothing to fear but something to enjoy as it comes and passes

Darkness is just there in the place of the day its not anything to be afraid of.

Darkness is clearer that we will ever think it to be.

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