Forget the Varnish

In the black we walk

through the thick coffee-darkness,
down the dug-out path,
dug-out by the shoes of lost feet,
feet that forged a way
to save wandering souls.


It is not the same as before,

there is a distance I can’t place;
a time uncountable;
a weight immeasurable;
and yet I could not wish
to be anywhere else .

We walk in the mud,
dirt littering our soles,
staining our knees when we fall.
Like spilt wine on white carpet
and no sparkling liquids
to purge the reminder.

It’s spring,
the sun is shining and
the flowers are bursting forth in
all their splendid prisms of colour -
beauty brought forth by light.

But somehow,
in all its frightening ways,
the night will still take us.
Its coffee-darkness surrounding
us like warm breath,
fragrant and bitterly sweet.

We cannot escape,
this is our condition:
redemption caught up in
fault lines running deep
to our cores.

It shakes us,
filling our veins like ink. 
In this thick coffee-coloured darkness
we take another drink.


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