The dark had gone from the night

it was a sky bright as hailstones

grinding together. The food he ate

was grey, water black, his shadow

stood away from him at every angle.

He ate and ate to find something with colour

like taste had.

                         Then vomited darkness.

He ran and ran away from that place –

the empty sky inside him -

the thoughts that lit up just darkness –

he ran and ran from them.