in black

but on opening my closet

its all that i find

from front to back

in black its lined

its just a reflection

its not of my doing

the way things are

that i cant find a rainbow

cant find a star

i dont know i see the problem

herein all the colors are mixed

when everythings in black

theres nothing to be fixed

and in this way im always ready

to bury or conceive

my death or that of others

to finish or achieve

and isnt it true

that out of the darkness

came the light

all things are based in black

that mystery out of sight

so outward as inward

in fullness never lack

in this way i contemplate

my soul

in black
Robert T. Tuohey
jadedragon61@hotmail.com
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