Black

…It’s existence is in it’s non-existence
…It’s existence is in the universe
It’s existence is Nothing but Everything…Black

Ah! It stirs up the chords somewhere deep; depth… is also Black.

I gaze at my Black Honda, drenched by the lashes of a tropical storm, Black glitters, Alas! The pure White right beside it doesn’t touch me.

As I write this, the power fails…the transformer blew up and I am in darkness - Black, I am in Black! The light flickers…temporarily conquering the Black but the protagonist looms, lingers outside my window and rushes in whenever it gets a chance! Like the predator.
Actually, it looms out in the distant sky…Black – with the stars! Who would have ever called them diamonds if it wasn’t the Black?

Black is evil
Black is sad
Black is funeral
Black is black magic
Black is dark
Black is deep

But then Black is presence of Nothing, Black is “black hole” embracing everything, everyone, even light is humbled by it’s power, even light is attracted to it!

As it duels in my mind…
Black is Everything!
Black is Nothing!

Oh Black!
You are my companion
You don’t make me lonely
You are my deep dark secret
You scare me
You make me mystical
You make me elegant
You make me dark
You make me nothing
You make me everything

I am Black I am Black
Black!