For no reason, the darkness lifts.
What reason could there be?
The mind’s lights are turned on.
And the lights are turned off.
His tormentor decides when his victim has had enough.
But enough of what?
Enough for what?
When the light returns, as it always returns,
The dark is soon – too soon? - forgotten.
The pain is simply too much to recall.
And only pain can capture pain. (As only the world corresponds with the world.)
All else is vain recollection, born of the itch of guilt,
And his thanks for the better days.
And all along the world outside
Kept its elliptical orbit around his dark head.
But now he sees the world’s darker spots
From his new position of light.