We sink into a transformed world

A space of comfort

Run to fear

Where ripples of light

Sink into death

And gloom finds its way everywhere

We drift down on currents

Without conscious choice

Closing our eyes to the signs that would warn us

Willful ignorance

We cling to as protection

Somewhere inside we know

Sometimes darkness wins

A temporary victory

Wreaking destruction as it goes

As we enable the swath it lays

We sink into a world transformed

Made gloomy by the work of our hands

Made dark the moment we chose blindness

And closed our eyes – Caroline A. Slee