There’s a black you can’t see…

but you can smell it, you can listen to it…

It comes from the far side of the nights like a floating sarangi, 

like a folk beast.  

The eyes of a erected saint…you may drown in it’s faceless surface. 

Don’t make a machine out of it, 

don’t make a human out of it…

Just stay in it’s path like trees oscillate in concealed wind. 

The emissions are starry…the dimensionless body makes you feel the singularities. 

Make a drink for yourself…listen to a playlist that you have forgotten long ago, 

and let it serve you the sweetest orgasms there are. 

It comes once in a blue moon, many have lost their serenity for a speck of this magnificent murk. 

When you get it let it kill you in your loneliest times.

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Photograph: Google. 

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