Quills deep in the darkness,

My steady hand penetrates

The light so many claim

To see in things dying,

in living death 

They tell me 

I am of darkness. Darkness

too light, too bright the world

cannot see

That my opaque words are

Merely lanterns that mean

To glow by

Greater embers than a billion

Suns might

Think to cast; that no

Blast eternally bright might

Outshine,

A single thought

In a single mind. 

— Daniel Scott Batten