fight the dark

 

How do you fight the dark?

Staple it onto a white paper,

drown it in ink,

make it lay bare, flat out with outstretched arms,

capture it,

licking it with your brush until it begs for mercy

under the dire lights of an interrogation lamp.

How do you conquer the dark?

Spread it out over silences,

over spiky chords and notes,

jail it,

behind the bars of a song,

a handover from your wiser elders.

How do you make the dark collapse?

Share around its picture, in the open,

outstretched and nude under the light of a screen,

so that everyone can see her,

recognize her, pursue her, be warned,

be smitten, be in love.