Cannot even the dimmest of flames,
Shine bright in utter darkness?
Of what measure the same individual light,
In a room well lit by many?
Taken away a candle at a time
Over an extended period of time
And not even perceive how the light has dimmed
The adjustment to dark subconscious, autonomous,
in more ways than could ever be seen
sight has become strained
and this causes pain
desensitized by conditioning
no longer able to differentiate
a torrential downpour
from a temporal light sun shower
how brilliant, monochromatic, stark is the contrast?
Everything seems more alive
When the Son shines through
After the terrible reign we had been under unknowingly
And the after effects subside
Fragrant is the free air