The windows are black,
which encloses each crack
within its endless track.

 

Void of any shape,
it’s a worldly cape.
Black is an escape.

It is gloom,
a state of doom
but also bloom.

The mind
the answers to its questions does find
by playing tricks of variant kind.

Black

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