Even a shadow casts some light, somehow


Is it true to say
That darkness brings light to light
Or is it that darkness feeds on light
All the more to deepen the darkness?

Humans grasp at shards of happiness
Patches of pleasure
Never free of the misery of work
Or the surfeit of leisure

‘Darkness is overcome by light’
We stare into blackholes wondering,
Wondering, wondering:
What happens to that light?