My name is Darkness. I am the Darkness bathed in trauma.
And I live inside the human beast.

My twin is Light. He hides from me in the sun, for I’m his
alter ego, the Darkness touched by evil soaked in trauma.

He trembles before me, for he fears I will destroy him. Yet
if he flies away and joins the flamingos above the Altiplano,
South America’s high plain, so close to the Heavens but
brushing the multicolored faces of Hell, he will be
damned forever.

Without the Darkness, there is no Light.
Without the Darkness, there is no Life.

I must bless the Light, or he will die
beneath the merciless sun.

Look! I see vicuñas rush across the Uyuni accompanied by
giant shadows of themselves, Darkness, a fierce presence,
split again and again into mystical forms in
metamorphosis and motion sailing across
the salt flat with its 3-foot twins
soaring through a surreal
landscape, vast and
eerily beautiful.

The fugitive Light flies away and joins the flamingos above
the Altiplano. Yet I’ve chased him across continents to
save him from damnation.

My name is Darkness. I am the Darkness bathed in trauma.
I’ve come to bless the Light. I see vicuñas dart across
the salt flat, divine dancers gliding through the
dreamscape.

In this timeless place, a vast wilderness of salt, I bless
the Light. And here in the Altiplano, close to the
Heavens, amidst the fire and ice and
windswept terrain,
we are one.