All the good
In the world
Is cupped into the
     tiniest of spaces
Where not even the wandering 
     omniscient eye
Can divine the secrets
Nor separate facts
From delusions 
     of insanity
In that tiny world
     in that tiny space
Grows the germ of 
     the deepest truth 
That when the 
Darkness finally acquiesces
It reveals the sprout of hope