Midnight Rose, dark bloom
swallowing vestige light and hue,
collecting in great sweeping swirls,
swirling frantic furls of Color-Space;
tighter, tighter, until all components
compress—a shrinking ball of blackness
smaller than figment
nothingness.
Dark bloom, midnight rose—
red to purple, purple-black; Rust-mote
collapsed beyond sheer sight
beyond sensation—gravity
compelling even
light; Imprisoned
Time serves
dark Eternity
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