Kangaroo isolation

I have been searching all those years for a darkness that resembles me, a devastating darkness that draws its features from my features, filling its black color from my forehead and my touch, with my skin, its pages piled with the original color of decay, values of life fade away in its presence, I embrace, every time it comes, its doctrine reciting its travels, and I go when it departs to my solitude, a darkness I run in like a blind kangaroo lacking a compass to compensate for its loss of sight, jumping in the endless masses of darkness, burying the earth with my two hind legs, and paddling forward rapidly in the wave of accumulated darkness in its eyes, never reaching the end point.