in the dark night he opens his mouth
and screams out a horror that stretches
beyond optimism or depression, past any vision
that comfort or pills or
and act of will can help into an absolute truth
of blackness
and if he can
and then he will
with the help of a million angels
walk to the heart of this black cloud he shall
see God
and he knows,
covered in night sweats that
god is there
and this dubious gift,
you see
is prophecy