I is the total black, being spoken from the earth's inside. There are many kinds of open how a diamond comes into a knot of flame how sound comes into a word, coloured by who pays for what speaking. Some words live in my throat breeding like adders. Others know sun seeking like gypsies over my tongue to explode through my lips like young sparrows bursting from shell. Some words bedevil me.
Love is a word, another kind of open.
As the diamond comes into a knot of flame I am Black because I come from the earth's inside now take my word for jewel in the open light. I could smile and turn these frogs in to pearls speak of love, our making our giving. To Welfare and insult from the slow shuffel from dayswork to shopping bags heavy with leftovers. Rooming houses are old women waiting searching through darkening windows the end or beginning of agony old women seen through half-ajar doors hoping they are not waiting but being the entrance to somewhere unknown and desired but not new. If You Come Softly If you come as softly As the wind within the trees You may hear hwat I hear See what sorrow sees.