The hungry hole
in the soul,
Gobbling the light
to feed its darkness,
And when the sun
is at its noontime peak,
I peep into its depth
and watch the feeble slivers of light
rippling like some paranormal fish,--
Predatory darkness
eating the slivers of light
like an eternally hungry dark shark
clawing at the sunrays.
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