the color perceived by the eye in total darkness.
the Germans gave it a name,
and it meant
intrinsic gray,
an essential shade
visible only when nothing
is left to see.
this piece is called a poem,
as in somewhere, some time ago,
someone experienced
perfection on
Earth
manifested
and caught
it
within a four-letter word.
it is difficult to name,
yet we name regardless,
even the color of absence,
and when
nothing
is left to name we will
name that sensation
of being undone,
yet complete, yet
still stepping
towards the foggy cliffside
that echoes a promise
of fantastical things,
new things,
unnamed things,
and stepping
over the edge
as the sunlight vanishes
behind the cliff face,
the wind rushing through
our hair, our skin, we are
laughing,
going everywhere in
every way towards the end.
falling.
we’ll call this falling.
