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.