The blackness
becomes a friend
to those who know,
the lines etched
throughout our days,
must blur then

If we wish
to transform
then reform anew.

Any good
becoming, comes
with a night of
not knowing;

And any future
manifestation of
self, comes with
the chaotic quiet
of dusk.

It’s not that
we get lost in
this murky space
of in between-

It’s just that
we sometimes
have to go into
the darkness
for awhile,
so we can better
find our light.