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