as there has been light,
something has been there
to get in the way of it—
casting its absence
as a twin left behind,
a piece of the dark
in the shape
of its essence,
recognizable
in an instant, and yet built
out of nothing
and showing us—we
who are filled
with such questions,
we who blockade light
ourselves with these
bodies—even less
than those
selves, even less
than the night.
