Black (Ode to February)
When you’re in black you cannot see it,
There is a swelling inside you, you cannot feel it...
There is a surround that fills the space you are in,
Attempts are made to disperse this surround;
There is no need to struggle with this, it is immovable…
The force of black is subtle; its push is unperceivable,
Pushed you are, not into a corner…
There are no angles in black,
Black is what it says it is…
© Joseph James
1/27/16
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