Before darkness
comes the
foreboding crackle

momentary
disorientation giving
way to cursed luck
fate, ill-timed
fortune

there exists briefly
a vacuum knowing
neither light nor absence
of  illumination

there is no good that
comes from channeling
dormant, evolutionary
bat instincts

only stubbed
emotional toes, bruised
psyche shins
leading to the inevitable

frustration of finding
you are completely
out of the right bulb for
the space in which
you currently stand

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2016