Ode To Black
Oh inky darkness, what multitudes your hold!
On canvas you are the sum of ALL the colors.
In the ocean depths you are the unseen mystery.
In the outer reaches of space you hold the unknown of origins.
You are the stage where dreams play.
You are the refuge of rest and regeneration at the end of the day.
You are elegance and grace,
Words on a page,
The boundaries of colors.
Listen not to the fearful who say you are evil and terror and death.
Come with me, reveal your soul and I will worship you.
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