Eulogy (the Language of Godd)

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i was talking to this child yesterday He reminded me of myself i guess it was an aura about him or whatever but he asked me if i wanted to hear a joke i said yeah go ahead As a prelude to his joke he paused and said when the darkness surrounds him its like poetry An unexplainable beauty simultaneously among everything and nothing You do know that light is melanin absorbing itself dont you? And so Black is poetry As he proceeded with his joke his voice became fragile and weak But he continued Whats the perfect way to end a poem? As i sat and thought briefly i felt a sort of weightlessness come about me A feeling of euphoria as if i were flying or something i closed my eyes to harness that feeling that very moment as if i no longer needed them Like by definition sight is the inhibition of true sight As i opened my mouth to ask for the pun, he whispered softly A BULLET A feign smile emerged on my face but for just a moment as that euphoric feeling began to settle When i opened my eyes the boy was gone It was just me and nothingness left among the darkness And soon after i was swallowed up by it.