the sky will be black

             like black are your big eyes
            and your eyes are the stars
           and my eyes will find you
         with the strings of clouds
         you knit me pale comfort
                   (and I a color theorist
                      we laughed remember
                        that evening your table
                         if you mix all the colors
                                          you get black)
   you eject yourself
    out of a black box
          at the end of the light
               there is a soul my tunnel