These days, when I wake it is dark 
A world of coal and oil 
Ancient life dark before the the dawn of understanding 
Dominates.
I emerge into a lightless landscape 
Primeval fears 
Urges to hate and kill or hide.
They offer me a quick escape into modernity 
A switch to flood the world 
With quick sharp light to hide what lurks.
But instead, what I can do 
Is pull myself up through the black gloop 
Open my eyes to the dark 
And wait for the dawn.