In

there was black light
and bright darkness
all along the street
of our ignorance
I picked up the blackness of light
and wove it in to fine threads
to make a blanket , black but burning
I took it into my hands
and swept a layer of air
with pain but happiness
only to blow off the darkness.
it took me years
and I roamed to every corner
of this glowing darkness
blowing it into thin air
as the days came to end
the blanket and my face
lost their darkness to this errand
I stand now alone but surrounded
facing the new shine
slowly creeping to every mind
pushing everything to begin
a new life, a new day under this new sun
I stand now alone
as this new happiness filled in
every inch of flesh and blood
giving me a way to worthy ruin.

-Aroon Che