Black
Black wants nothing more
than to challenge transparency-
to turn the lights out,
have dominion over the day.
Black lives for that hour when the curtain
draws back across the world stage
and will not weep for the fallen sun.
It's the onyx of stones,
the dark loam beneath
our feet, the grounds
in the bottom of our coffee
cup- and the hollow
gut wrench emptiness
that overcomes us
when all alone.
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