Most people don’t like you,

Don’t trust your formless smoke

That creeps in dark corners and repels light.

So you hide in the shadows you create.

Most people say you’re maddening,

That being around you can drive

Them insane.
You’re an empty chasm,

An endless tunnel,

A cold rip in space and atom.

You like to absorb things –

Colors, people,

Galaxies.

One day you’ll envelop the sun,

Eat it whole.

And yet you’re pretty selfless, aren’t you?

Displaying the night sky,

Housing all those stars so they can gloat

About their brightness.

Can they see your brilliance from up there?

Your blinding charcoal embers that burn

And blaze like night, your richest onyx,

Your most luminous darkness?