dark as night, the ink of a chinese water-colou…
dark as night,
the ink of a chinese water-colourist is said to come in eight shades of it.
limousines, tuxedos, the exalted eggs of the beluga sturgeon
fade to oblivion without it.
an inland sea, several mountains,
the gemstones of the oyster have come to be known by it.
jil, helmut, yohji
wouldn’t be seen dead in another tink but it;
ah, if only roses came in it.
jack, cat, bird, eye, hole, beauty, & white
are half complete unless prefixed by it.
the palette of the priviledged:
the hue of polite society:
the very colour of preferential treatment:
black.