abyss

blank black wall. it's all that i see. the black blank canvas. just a glossy, wide-eyed stare. nothing in it but empty space. black and blank. inverted supernova. blank and black. it works like a black hole siphoning up all intangible thought. spewing it out again in an unseen universe. transverse universe. transition to inverse and disperse. black empty void. no one ever knows until they're told. the wreaths hanging from doors and the lights twinkling through the gentle fog are nothing but black on a blank wall. the frost in the air is the gloss on the wall. my confusion is the finishing touch on the piece. just a blank, black canvas. void. empty. abysmal.