Agreement

What shall be gained? 
said the voice in the darkness. 
And what will be the cost?

So I stop, stultified. And my
hand falls from its incomplete action,
to being inactive. 

But who are you, voice? 
Why do hide in the dark?
There is a stirring of shadow upon shadow,
a shifting of shades. 
But I decipher nothing. 
Why do I always assume you are right? 
As soon as you speak, I agree.
As soon as you suggest, I acquiesce. 

The darkness in mine. 
And I agree with myself.