Dark Is a pretty hue

I plunge into darkness
to know where it all began.
I billow with the clouds
to trace my breathprints.
I rub hard against the wretched
etchings on my soul
to sever all chords
of my eidetic memory.
But I fail to manouvere it with dexterity
and so my ill faced efforts
render its silhouette legible.
No wonder I swim again
in darkness for there
the shadows don't haunt.


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