Black like batting eyelashes. As if a black squandering of itself. Stampedes of spiders. Black like a blur of relief. An undulating black behind pursed lips. As if needing psychiatric quarantine. A dissipating black.  As if black fur riding currents of wind. A disturbance as the sung chorus of a cult. Disorientation of black. As if the surfacing potential of my cruelty. As if a stranger cupping a shoulder. A black unsettling as a swarm. As if the horror of a blameless torture. Inadequate black brush strokes. As if the swaying black space between my fractured selves. As if to paint the pull of magnets. A black evidencing the abyssal gravity.