boundary of a black hole beyond which not even light can escape–
a point of no
so imagine, my dear, a color
that is not a color
that is colorless, if you will,
because a void is what it sounds like:
nothing where there should be something.
not a color but a concept
like the sensation of zero translated into wavelength
like dots and dust and atoms and pixels
like infinity in all of its glory
the beauty of a never-ending line
and do you hear them sing
in that language of spheres and spirals?
do you want to