I am the ebony joy,
A blackberry soaking in a wine glass
Or a coat of varnish,
An embrace eternal
Either way, I’m quite dense from years of pressure,
Cooked and processed.
It’s a wonder my blood flows at all
As a ladder bearer,
Son of ladder.
I equal my outside
As little as possible
To maintain potential
For fear of losing me.
I am a collective of gradient crossing barrier
And am frightened of rejection by the great wave
As it cracks
And turns into a receeding shoreline