torn

the blackness is pierced
with a sharp cool tingling blade of light.
how long the seam has been resisting the tear!
each thread clung desperately to the last.
how much would have been seen.. .
how many spared were it torn a moment earlier!
but it was not so.
it would never have been so.
it may never be so.
i step outside.
beyond the tear.
i never knew it was dark
nor that the darkness blinded me.
i see for the first time.
hardly knowing what my eyes take in.