The Wordless Black (Text)

The Wordless Black


From the abyss I swell up like the blossom of a spring morning

From where I grow is a riddle worth abandoning

I see the light but it does not touch me, for I am blacker than carbon, and this too is revealed as a lie

I visit a thousand hues, yet I go nowhere

Stumble across crevices that hold no substance for me

And as I walk the glacial tops of glorious heights, this too crumbles to delight


Nicolas Osborn, 2018. 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: