You will notice
It�s the ridges

And not so much the ridges
As that black gap between

Them and not so much that black
Gap, as it was, the huge draping

Void, the falling
Darkness �

In between
The established

Ridges, the upsurged,
Existent whiteness, the forward

Pressed fingerprint
With the dark

Falling away
Which is yours.



�2005 by Jack Anders