Beyond Tinted Windows

Someone can see out,
But no one can see in.
That’s the futility of darkness.
Grasping thin air,
Grasping molecules of mystery.
Tinted windows and
The far-off cry of sanctimonial distress.
Despair = finding faith,
Like the demonic darkness basks
In the light, simply to know its own ugliness.
To view it, like a tinted window.