light is nothing but white shadows.
they line up next to each other.
the living images are posterized. obnoxious.
comprised of shapes that fight to stand out;
that scream with vivid colors
and prod with jagged lines.
the white shadows throw themselves into dilated eyes
and we cower because this light is even darker
than the darkness.
these are dark days.
dark days and nights of stretching hours;
hours full of hungry minutes that eat us
and that fill the empty spaces
with fear.