Dark Light

Dark light:  you crack open like a black flower, to unfurl a burnt smile;

 That, in turn, gives an open honest witness to death’s pure perfection.

It is here within this soft entrance, that you are now slowly squeezed:

And together with white penetrating fingers, that have heated blisters,

You violently turn in upon yourself; and with the action of an implosion,

You thrust yourself out into our world. For now you are ready to be born. 

 It is here, upon this dry desert, I witness your huge hideous fleshless skull

That is violently thrust forward; and in agony, flushed out on our dim world.

And you arrive with such brutal force; such terrible malicious magnificence:

Yet you are an embryo, being brought to life by the actions of mere mortals,

Who had no real knowledge of what it really was, that they had unleashed;

Or what would be the consequences that their new knowledge would reap.

And in these small seeds that bloom on every shore, your power slowly grows:

For many crave your uncurling flower:  and the skull that is your terrible power,

They fight, and they bicker, and they push, and they pull, to gain a positional place.

To simply be another lunatic voice:  and a part of this utterly insane nuclear race.