The Role of Darkness

Indeed, the dark is strange.

It hides, yet fills every crevice.

In the absence of light is its range.

It is nothing, yet remains frivolous.

Does it truly exist? The darkness?

Or is its existence defined by inexistence?

To remain unbridled from light’s harness.

 

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