I travel on a black plane
with a black string of words
inking my tongue black
Jet black in the back of my mind
black blind with no ahead
no behind or rewind
only forward into the black

I travel on a black plane
black magnetic tape and black nailed
mailed black letters to black boxes
all reading the same with different
black ink bleeding black clouds
over the bits that might make sense
all saying the same thing

I travel on a black plane
in black boots and on black tires
on a black trajectory that
I would hate to let happen but
a thickening black part of me
craves to let it happen when it happens
and be awash in the black

I travel on a black plane
rubbing black into my hands
leaving black fingerprints
black-clad evidence everywhere
every black thing a damned thing
a black finger pointing to one
single and distinct black shadow

I travel on a black plane
without any choice in the matter
but with black conviction
as if by my own black design
I blacken my feet on the black path
so that I can refuel my soul
and I still can travel on a black plane