Restored

 In the light there was a darkness.


Does that make sense?


Let's start again.


In the darkness there was a light.


A blip, a shining spot.


It was infinitesimally small yet infinitely bright.


You could look at it, but you would go blind.


How to get from A to B?


How to get from C to D?


How to restore what is lost?


How to find what is found?>


How to describe a scene of what you already know but do not want to show but you are forced, compelled, by reality of what is damned and confused and forgotten and what wants to crawl its way back but should be forgotten for good?

IF there were something such as so, how would it meow?

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