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.

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