by TheBloomingIdiot

No one reads the whiteness:
We read the darkness
Because it is poetry

A poem’s darkness will swallow you down
And you will live deep within it,
Glimpsing worlds from the shadows as you travel

You will collect dust
And the silt on your coat will sparkle around you like stars.
Not just you but You. The deeper you.
The you down deep that anchors all your selves.

Deep: I want to write that word in blacker ink
So that you can fathom it, so that you can hear
All the other words I hear echoing within.

I wish by writing that word (Deep)
I could could capture all that blackness
And set it down with enough force to end this poem.
But every poem fades to white.