I walked through darkness this evening but it wasn’t darkness at all — there was no resistance, no pushing back. I imagined the river flowing nearby — fiercely close gatherer of tributaries. I could sense the movement of fish through oily water, I could hear movement of light on the bank distantly opposite — but there was no resistance, no pushing back; it not being darkness at all.
ninth plea
Posted - 30 Nov 2005 : 23:07:03
