what is black of the hole of

its center, is the center of all

self-proclaimed centers.

white circumference.

beyond contrived alignments,

and spiritual paraphenalia.

no relapsing stasis, no angle on

the curve, no time to bend.

not even the quick **** of a spirit's

misshapen direction, not even an

after-moment of an annihilatory

pre-continuum.

only the ingressive freedom from

awareness.

not even a purple tint on the most

incalculable black.

the is-ness of blackness never is...