The Dark with Confusion

When confusion bewilder my existence My thoughts enter a kaleidoscope of activities Neither here nor there I ponder on the ingredients That makeup the cosmos in entirety Even at that, doors to more questions are opened Before me Petrifying and shivering With the undulating precision of fear. I swagger into the unknown At first, my sight becomes treacherous and as such I have an unsolicited recourse to my audio perception I stumble in that dark corner The corridor, time and time again, Palpable it seem to me That that elementary force called time Had stood still like It was there in ubiquity. Irritatingly mute and irreconcilably unrepentant Once again I pondered This time profusely Convulsing in an unspeakable agony My body twitches for answers To which I have none The moment had suspended me Right there in the spatiotemporal realm of life And in an instance, A dot of light dances in quietness and solitude My jaded experience betokened by this... Movement, with dot of hope I proceed Now my sight returns from its treacherous sojourn And in utter amazement The light swallows darkness And it actually belches to my hearing And I don't want to imagine it fart Sotto voce I sware to myself I'll never go there again I rupture at the threshold of the great light Of understanding And with hind sight I confess this, Confusion is darkness with pseudo lightness