in the darkness, all things are
possible, pitch black necessity,
eyes closed, searching and
perceiving beyond the light,
in a vacuum of fear, no crevice or
splinter, there could be anything
waiting, persisting, created,
a voided perception, the starless
bright, unlit, lying before the heart
a rotating enchantment, pulsing
vital, in lively dark hue.
Ras Dia, USA
The Social Poet 
Lovely poem!