Look away (I dare you)

I often wonder about characterizations of dark and light

Light as goodness, clarity

Dark as evil, blindness

When for me, it is the light that blinds

While dark beckons gently with its sweet promise of

restful nothing.

Either way, on what can I rely but my sight? 

Staring too long into extremes fries the retina. 

Between scorching and oblivion light dissipates with distance 

And so I ride its currents, after all.