Poetry

Rothko

I sat in that Rothko chapel

and I knew I was as close to God as I could ever get

the closest to seeing him through those paintings of nothingness

the deafening sound of silence

time almost stopping

god has no need of time

and through those paintings I could feel it slowing and stopping

black on black

a blue black

a grey black

a cross hidden

all led me to the same place

a universe of nothing

                                                             ~Marc Carver

                                                                                                                           Basingstoke, UK

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