the compound lights are on again 

bleaching his solitude 

                       offendingtainting his quiet soulful realisationrelationship with the dark 

as a boy he was frightened by itsure that things lived in it ugly things  malevolent fearsome things 

                                                                                                           monsters

yet 

    for some ungodly reason

unquestioning 

                  he defied frightconfronted it  defeated it 

and vanquished 

he doesnt fear Fear

   it like cancerous jealousy has no coinno influence over him

he can see it crawlround him spiderous slick vilebugs  unspeakable detestable things

   watching  he sees what few others can or want to see                                                                 

fearful of the dark  the night  the unseen 

                                            so fires lights are lit   electrically burn 

   but when they cease  failWhat 

                                     then 

he is armed with silent weapons that dont need reload

he can see in the darkisnt hobbled by fear

   not a betting man  he would bet on himself to survive the shroud

                                                                         he can point all he wants

howevertoday

                   seeing is not believing

 

1752,  Monday,  21  11. 22

2112,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  23  11. 22

Black Sabbath  The Wizard  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MeZ8uVIOIhM