What Dark Is (Poetry)

They say the dark is
simply the absence of light
and thought about that way
seems to strip it of its menace
deny how the nerves tense
it unpicks all superstition
pooh-poohs the scaredy-cat
who bristles in the shadows
balks at scientific fact

Dark has a certain texture
it hangs in folds and curls
around the edge of thought and fear
lurking ancient in the world
of caverns concentrating grim
and no forgiving spark
enlightens as the willies come
slip-sliding through the dark ...

Night is drenched in lore
just light switched off the know-alls say
when dark is so much
so much so much
so much so much
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