Black

Black sucks in all things,
refusing to reflect, to
allow the light to bounce
back in a colouring of

being, where all is con
sumed and devoured, in
a great swallowing of
being, whether cosmic

hole, clothes, night or
the caverns of depression
which allow nothing to
be released and all is

held, contained, trapped,
imprisoned in life’s
refusal to allow expression…
such is blackness.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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