black

Before the light:
a soulful void lined in deep soft pavement,
glazed with pancake syrup and opaque porter,
populated by bad luck cats,
a bruise in the sun,
an overflow of chemical ice,
death, night,
a childish fear rooted in the black spaces,
strange faces bounce through the dark

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