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.
That Mind Which Examines Light 