vantablack

I am
 

   the nullity,
 

denuded and nonlight,
vanishingly.
 

   negation of lightbeam,
   exile through pigment,
   I am love through truancy.
 

I am saturate deprivation
and the total artifice of matte.
 

   you'll never hold me in the crook of an optic nerve,
   you'll only lose yourself in my welt of void.
 

instead, I am
 

   the empty optic,
 

the quitting of spectrum,
absence of wavelength cut into swatches.
 

   ejecting smiles into an athirst for light,
   dissipating into a frustrated heat,
   I am an implication of vacuity,
 

photon hiss in a blackness, none-out.
the hue prodigy of those who trip into obscurity.
 

   exactitude of abyss,
   black slapped through nix,
 

I am, the nullity.