I am looking forward to this discussion, co-conspirators.
(Sigmund Freud said that anyone who believes that there will be a reward in the afterlife for things done or endured in this life is psychotic. So I want to address you all as "my dear fellow psychotics." But that might confuse newcomers, don't you think?)

With that introduction, which might have something to do with this and might not (!), here is the first of the "Seven Sonnets through the Dark" -

De nocte
(of night)
“…he has made me dwell in darkness like the dead, long forgotten…”
Psalm 143

There’s a dark that illumines the darkness we are
In the subterranean chambers beyond sin,
Where subtler poisons deface, disbar,
And unravel every hard-won discipline.
Below repentance’s smoothly finished frame
Lurk nature’s will and inward contradictions
Though we’ve immolated sense in puring flame
And submitted to our cleansing benedictions.
More contrariety with God have we
Than sin which once we chose but now reject;
He is more than sinlessness and we
Cannot sublimate through force or intellect.
We must let go of us, arms cruciform,
To expose our hearts to Fire that transforms.