A Pitch On Black

I am the clarity at the center of your eye Not the brown, blue or green surrounding dye But the opening to the blackhole that is your mind The only remnant of value when we die, but none will ever find I am the infinity beyond the limit(s) of the sky The wormhole through which our freed spirit(s) fly The space between your dreams and the truth The reality you enter when you step outside life’s booth I am humanity’s first born son The reason the seasons obey the sun You can ignore me, but I am the future And when all existence disappears, the only remaining feature I am the gene you wear reluctantly when you look in the mirror The canvas to the cosmos, absolute zero The dark fabric of space and time I am black and you are me.. I am never out of sight I reign in spite of power and light I operate outside the colour spectrum I am the eternal continuum DENIAL - Poetry Contest