There’s the darkness of no light
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Respite from the glare of consciousness
This is soothing imaginary darkness

Then there’s the elective darkness
Of the shades drawn in the nursery
Necessary for naps among the milk-fed
Culpable misapprehension for those having outgrown diapers

Then there’s the abrasive darkness
Of the trough behind the crest
The pit the prison the obdurate abyss
The oubliette where the ennuieux are punished

The biggest darkness is the one assembled in the factory
Where tool and die press out souls
Where qi is excised for demographics
The healing sun blotted out by data