strobe life

he sought out the darker places
then in fear brought a little light
only to snuff it out again and again
til’ he lived in a paralyzing strobe life,
staccato pictures of good and evil
bouncing off the cave walls;
but he kept his eyes firmly shut
in a manufactured attempt at black
for fear that in opening he would face
himself

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