SUBSTANCE THROUGH WHICH LIGHT CANNOT PASS

Fiction of unconscious;
threads woven, broken and singed.
They melt together, making a blackened pile.
Memory is black.

Black lack of light
Void of light, like me;
substance (or mass thereof)
through which light cannot pass.
I can’t reflect either.

If I was an inanimate object,
I would want to be crown molding.

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