The Dot

It all comes to a point eventually.

You can take any word
And stretch it into
A line
Then flip the line to an angle
And see it in perspective:
A path
To walk
down.

Walk down the path and coat it with flowers, seasons, mountains, skies.

Imagine it!
Blue, red, yellow…
Paint it!
Blue, red, yellow…
Sing it!
“Blue, red, yellow!”

But far away,
down the path,
Where it meets the horizon
It will always be a dot.
A dot surrounded by
Your colors
Blue, red, yellow…
But black.

‘Cause
It is Black
The color of the rainbow
If you squeeze it into a dot,

‘Cause
It is Black
The color of a dot,
Filled up with the Hole universe,

As black as
The vastness
of nothing.

If there were no color,
there would be no black.
If there were no black,
there would be no color,

If there were no dot,
There would be no universe.
If there were no universe,
There would be no dot.