Said Sunshine to darkness one night,
“Let’s get the bloody fundamentals right.
In some time you will disappear
And all you will become is a mere
Thought, a memory, a part of the past.
And when I generously cast
Myself on the world and its people
They’ll be happy. It’s that simple.”
Darkness was unperturbed. He looked fine.
After a while, he said, “Look Sunshine,
I am sure you have met my first cousin,
The one who's presently in Wisconsin.
His name? Mr. Dark Cloud, remember him?
He might, just might, on a whim
Stand between you and the world all day.
And I’ll still exist, despite going away.”