The Blackened World

I find comfort

in the drowned world,

the blackened world,

and the solemn world.

I find comfort

in many worlds,

save for the world

at large.

I am an associate

an accomplice

an acquaintance,

child's hand gliding

over forbidden doorknob.

I have seen it

in all others,

either a glimmer

or all-consuming,

but always, it is there.

In future

we will share

this, bound,

me, us,

our world.