Nothing Is Black

Black in the stellar and black in everything, Back to the stars and still nothing. Back to black and black to back, Black is no color, it isn’t living. It’s a void you can never fill, It’s the light forever still. It’s a poem with words unseen And a poet too very keen. It’s the art oblivious, It’s a conspiracy serious. Its hidden, though everywhere, Its your dream and your nightmare. Black is cold, black is old, Black, it’s there in every fold. It’s malice, it’s bright darkness, Black is the philosophy of emptiness. Black is life and black is death, Black is the silence in every breath. Black gives power and black steals glory, Black is the plot of your story. Words are black, hearts are black, Endings black and starts are black. Fear black, it’s sheer black, Black repeats black to black. Black is the subject, black is the king. Black is no colour, it isn’t living. BLACK.