kosmos first spring black which
like light too
black is not a cloud of death,
black can be a swans neck,
craning toward a seeing.
fill the room with black
some elements have not been named yet.
the ground is open.
inside there is a backward-dive.
black takes my heart and smiles at it.
i thought of them beside each other,
and i cried because i knew how to.
love does not know me but love sure
do have me.
willfully i go along with what it is.
is it deceiving? let it. in it is
some likeness of myself that i want to keep.
you're about to be vulnerable.
tissues. tissues. who's got tissues.
cry because it allows movement.
water wants to be such- and everyone lives
to be what they really desire underneath
water desires to move, refusing
to run out of itself
bathe this face. bathe
and bring it gratitude.
kosmos expects you to execute all the colors